Page 5 of Lorcan's Obsession

As I slid my creamed, white panties down my legs, my thoughts bounced right back to the hottie responsible for the wetness on them. His face had been inches from mine, and his scent had fucked with my senses all around.

See, I had a hobby, a little game I played with my friends anytime they wore a new perfume. I’d identify all the notes in their fragrance: powdery, woody, fruity, aromatic…and a few hours later when they searched it on the internet, they’d attest to my exceptional nose. I’d always gotten it right, until tonight.

When the stranger’s hands cleaned my thighs, I inhaled his scent. Explosive notes of fresh spice, dark wood, and something strangely grasslike. It was unlike anything I’d ever smelled before. Intriguing.

Perhaps I could go to the bar tomorrow for the sole purpose of solving that missing green fragrance note.

Stop lying to yourself. You want to see him again.

I dipped one foot inside the tub, stilling for a few seconds to adapt to the warm temperature before settling in to enjoy the soak. I sipped the citrusy wine as the fragrant oils caressed my skin, leaving it supple and smooth. Zen music soothed my worries, and the gentle faint popping of the bubbles guided me toward a mindful peace.

In my busy schedule, this was one of the few ways I could meditate. This was my final year of law school, and I was walking a tightrope. Juggling the many demands of my life was an arduous process, especially when I liked to focus on one issue at a time. In order to get through the stress in one piece, I’d needed to reorder my priorities, over and over, until getting dick was at the bottom of the list. Sucked, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Then again, maybe if I’d let myself relax once in a while I wouldn’t be obsessing over a random encounter with a hot nameless stranger.

Lifting the glass by its thin stem, I took another sip from my wine, savoring the tangy flavor bursting on my tongue. I had been drinking a rosé earlier too when that dreamy man interrupted and completely upended my night.

I had licked my lips when I had seen his fingers. They were long, sturdy, with no calluses on them. He had moved in small circles while he cleaned my dress, like he was tracing delicate musical notes before an explosive symphony.

Stop thinking about doing him. Your body's reaction is clear. "Run!"

To or from him?

Closing my eyes, I started moving my hands in small circles like he had, massaging the rounds of my breasts and teasing the sensitive nipples. Sultry moans escaped my lips, and I eased myself lower into the bath. Water covered my neck and shoulders, and sensual warmth spread all over me.

What if I never saw him again?

My eyes fluttered open in panic. I wanted to see him again. I needed to.

Dom could get me the silver-eyed stud's personal information in case he checked out of the hotel. He was chummy like that. Normally I wouldn’t stoop to such actions, but my curiosity was gnawing on this man like a dog with a bone. Using the smoldering mystery man to end my self-imposed sex hiatus was simply a…happy side effect. Yeah.

I took deep breaths and relaxed in the hot water, but the idea of using him for sex was taking root in my mind and running wild. This was meant to happen. It was going to happen. I'd do everything to find him.

What would sex with him feel like? How long would it take him to make me come?

Coming…

I could really use a release tonight. The guy had my body sexually frustrated like a thin rubber band ready to snap. My silicone rabbit was sleeping in my bedside drawer, and I didn’t want to leave the tub to fetch it. Considering how hot and bothered I was, my fingers alone would be enough to send me to nirvana and back.

Sensually, I slithered my palms up over my thighs, past my waist, feeling every inch of me, working my way to knead my tits. It felt nice. My body relaxed even more, and a light smile tugged at my lips. Scooping up some lavender foam, I softly lathered my arms, slowly and with mindfulness. But my fingers were itchy to go back to that voracious place between my legs where heat was building up.

The playlist reached the end of the lulling spa music and moved on to my list of saved concertos. A hungry hum vibrated in my throat. Concertos began with delicate, exquisite notes that held your breath hostage and finished with powerful and exciting bursts of music.

I could use that. Finish high like the concerto.

Soft flutes played in the background, beckoning me toward gentle dreams of passion. I continued caressing myself with the bathwater, watching the bubbles pop as I did. My hands slid southward, resting on the spot where he had touched earlier. I swear my skin felt warmer there, like he’d imprinted his touch on me.

Nonsense, Tristen. You’re a lawyer, not some reader of romances. It’s all in your head.

But what if he'd moved just a little bit toward my inner thigh? What would that have felt like? I gnawed on my lower lip at the thought as my finger buzzed with anticipation. With gentle up and down strokes, I teased my vulva. Steady, tingling pleasure danced along my skin, curling my toes.

Would the silver-eyed stud ask what I wanted him to do to me? Or would he tune my body and play me like a fine instrument? Would he be skilled enough to wow me with his performance?

I am.

His voice echoed inside my head. Its smooth timbre made the hairs on my nape rise with desire. I pictured his beautiful face before me as I started playing with my inner lips, gliding two fingers up and down until they were coated with my arousal.

Would he take them into his mouth and suck?

I have to taste your sweetness, baby.

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