Page 60 of Love Like Lightning

“Gia, were you touching yourself before I got here?”

Lava floods my limbs, and I’m suddenly surrounded by an almost oppressive heat. I squeeze my legs closer to me, trying to shrink away from the heat of his stare, but he doesn’t let me go easily. So I jerk my head once, quickly, nodding yes.

He leans back in the chair, visibly adjusting himself in his jeans. His eyes widen ever so slightly, and his jaw ticks as he clenches it before he responds.

“Did you come?”

The air stutters in my lungs, and my pussy throbs. I consider my response for a millisecond before the answer flies out of my mouth. What am I going to do? Lie?

After spending these last few weeks with him, lying by omission, I don’t want to. Nothing about this situation or the way I feel about him makes me want to say anything but the truth. And not just this truth…I realize now that I need him to know everything. Maybe not tonight, tonight maybe we can just focus on orgasms, but soon.

As I make the decision, weight lifts from my shoulders, and I finally answer him.

“No.”

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“No.”

Heat singes my body, and my vision blurs as all of my blood rushes straight to the appendage I shouldn’t be focusing on. I finally lock eyes with her and see exactly how turned on she still is.

Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, and her pupils are blown wide. The longer I look at her, the clearer it is that she’s in the same situation I am.

“Do you want to?” There’s gravel in my voice, and I try to clear it away, but with the way she’s looking at me, there’s no helping it.

“Do I want to what?” Her eyes widen. She even sounds needy.

Every moment we spent together over the last few weeks flashes in my mind. We’ve spent so much time together platonically that I’m second guessing what I’m about to do.

After I saw her see me at my apartment, shame and surprise flooded my brain. The shock basically cut off any chance of finishing what I had started.

Not that I would have. Her walking in on me with my hand on my dick moaning her name was…a lot. Overwhelming. I stopped the moment I knew what was happening.

And after she flew out my door, leaving me alone and still hard, my second thought was that I wanted her right there in my bed with me.

As her friend, that’s wrong.

But as a man? Who’s been into her since the moment I saw her at The Well? The pull is there. And it’s clearly not going away.

It’s strong enough to see if she might be receptive to adjusting the parameters of our relationship.

“Come. Do you want to come?”

Her cheeks flush hotter, and she sucks in a breath.

“Do you?” She slowly unfolds her body, placing her feet on the floor. “Want to come?”

The soft, curious way she asks pierces me straight to my core. I should jump at this chance. I should just say yes, find some relief. I should strip down, then demand that she do the same, and crawl into that bed and see about making sure we both get off.

I want to do that, but something holds me back. Because I’m not sure…and I need to be.

“Gianna, I don’t want this to go any further if it’s not what you want.” My dick strains painfully against my jeans, protesting my words. “I don’t want you to think that I’ve just been spending time with you in hopes that this would happen.”

“Again.” Her voice is husky, and there’s something hovering just behind her eye.

It takes me no time to figure out what it is. Because I’ve seen it before.

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