Page 48 of Chasing After Forever

She shrugged off my concern. “Not a lot of options.”

“You should probably drive. You and Steph should walk out together; you know, use the buddy system.”

“Duly noted,” she said, nodding, as we climbed the steps to the second floor.

We came to Macy’s door and she paused. “Wait out here. I’ll be one sec. I don’t want to wake Everly up.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

She ducked into her apartment and I tried to stay calm, even though inside I was anything but.

Last night had me a little shook; I hoped tonight would go better. I didn’t really know what to expect, given the late hour. Did Macy want to talk about last night? Or would she totally crash on me since she’d been up and working since dawn? I had no freaking clue.

“Ready,” Macy said. She locked her door, then we made our way down the two doors to my apartment.

I unlocked the door and let Macy in, resisting the urge to slam her against the wall and kiss her senseless. Instead, I asked if she wanted a drink.

“I’ll take a water, thanks,” she said.

I moved to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. “Do you want a glass?” I asked, twisting the lid for her.

Macy shook her head, so I handed her the bottle. Our fingers brushed ever so slightly, sending shock waves rippling through me. I sincerely hoped she wasn’t planning on just sleeping tonight—I wasn’t sure I could handle lying next to her and not touching her body.

“I always take a shower after work. Is that okay?” She gazed up at me over the water bottle.

“Sure,” I said. “Come on.” I motioned her down the hall, toward the bathroom, and she trailed behind me.

Now that we were alone together, the air between us transformed. It was more intense somehow, the particles buzzy and charged.

“Here’s a towel,” I said, handing her a fluffy grey one from the linen closet.

“Thanks,” she said, dropping it onto the counter. She opened the door to the shower, lining her toiletries up neatly in the nook. Then she turned on the water, pulling her T-shirt up over her head, giving me a glimpse of her white lacy bra, the swell of her breasts. My body responded, tightening and coiling, my muscles bunching up.

Unbuttoning her jeans, she peeled them down her thighs until they pooled on the floor. I stifled a groan as she unhooked her bra, throwing it on the ground, then slipped off her panties. She opened the shower door, peering at me over her shoulder.

“You coming in?” she asked, her eyes wide.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Sure.”

Macy smiled, holding her hand under the spray of water to test the temperature. Satisfied, she stepped in, and I hurried to undress, shedding my clothes as fast as I could without seeming overeager. Honestly, this was the stuff my wet dreams were made of and I didn’t want to blow it.

I opened the door to the shower, steam leaking out as I stepped in. The shower wasn’t that big compared to mine back home, especially with the two of us inside. Macy moved over a little, so I could slide in, and I closed the door behind me.

Throwing my inhibitions aside—because it was already late and I ultimately didn’t know how much time we had together—I put my hands on Macy’s hipbones, pulling her naked body up against mine. Water sprayed over our bodies, beading on our skin, trickling down the tiny gap left between us. I pressed my mouth to hers, covering her lips with mine, and she opened to me. My tongue swept in, tangling with hers, and my cock twitched.

“I wanted to do this all day,” I murmured into her mouth, my hands dropping down to her round ass, my palms flat against her smooth, wet skin. The corners of her mouth tipped up into a smile, her only response a deepening of our kiss as she wound her arms around my neck. We kissed for a long time, our bodies pressed together, water trickling down our heated skin.

Finally, Macy pulled away. “We’re going to run out of hot water. Trust me.” She reached over, squirting shampoo into her hand. The scent of grapefruit filled the steamy air as she sudsed her hair, bubbles sliding down onto her shoulders.

I watched her for a moment, entranced by the simple act of Macy washing her hair; even mundane tasks were sexy when she did them.

“Let me help you,” I said, stepping behind her, my back now facing the water. She pressed her body up against mine, sending a surge of adrenaline rushing through me. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, but also wanted to relish this moment.

Shoving down my carnal urges, I massaged her scalp instead, my fingers winding into her wet hair. She moaned, soft and low, her head lolling back and resting on my chest. Rainbow soap bubbles trickled down her bare breasts, her nipples sharp, pink points. I moved my hands from her head to her shoulders, then down lower to caress her breasts. She inhaled, pressing her ass against my hard cock, and I rocked up against her. Rinsing my hand in the water, I let my fingers drift from her breast down her stomach, all the way down to her clit. I traced slow, lazy circles, then applied a small amount of pressure. Macy pressed harder against me and I knew I’d found the spot she liked as she throbbed on my finger. I answered her need, sliding lower, entering her.

“Liam...” she sighed, her voice echoing off the tiles.

I pushed in another finger, water streaming down my chest.

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