Page 65 of Snared

“It would be a mistake,” I said.

“So you’re not saying no,” he replied, his fingers dancing down my arm.

I bit back a shudder, unable to step away. Unable to catch my breath. I needed to go to my room, regroup, and get some sleep.

“Josh, we both know it would be a mistake and I need to go to bed. It’s been a long day and we’re playing tomorrow,” I said, dancing around the topic. Against my better judgment, I wanted him, too much so. I had to focus on being smart.

“Reading you loud and clear,” he said. “Good night.”

He spun on his heel and headed toward his bedroom without another look. His shoulders were tight, and his back muscles shifted under his shirt.

I released a pent-up breath, rolled my shoulders, and walked into my bedroom, knowing he was as frustrated as I was.

It made me second-guess myself. We were two consenting adults. Would it really be such a bad thing to give in?

Yes.

Absolutely yes.

I would not let his mouth derail my career, no matter how much I wanted him to trace his tongue over every inch of my body.

I quickly grabbed my shower stuff and stepped back into the hallway, which was now empty.

It was for the best.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and stripped off my clothes before jumping into the shower to wash away the night. But I couldn’t wash away the memory of every time he touched me over the course of the evening. The feel of his lips under my ear, his thumb grazing the small of my back. I tilted my head back, letting the water rain down on my face, and willed away those sensations.

I sped through my shower, toweled off with the softest towel I’d ever encountered, and headed back to my room to slip on a tank and panties, my normal sleepwear when I wasn’t on the bus. As I sank into the mattress I’d already fallen in love with, I closed my eyes and hoped I’d fall asleep quickly.

And not dream about Josh or how dejected he’d looked or how much I wanted him.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, rolling to my side. It was going to be a long night.

I shoved my hair from my face and glared at the clock on my phone. It wasn’t even seven a.m. yet, but I was officially giving up on sleep. I’d tossed and turned and had a dream so hot that I’d woken up with my hands in my panties and my body soaked in sweat.

I was frustrated, turned on, and mad.

He had no business putting those thoughts in my head, making me question why we couldn’t just fuck each other out of our systems since we couldn’t go around hooking up with anyone else until this marriage was over. The number of times I’d contemplated walking into his bedroom and saying fuck it and fuck me was ridiculous.

And now I was going to spend the day pissy and tired, and I had to play that evening. I needed another shower and coffee, maybe even an afternoon nap before sound check.

I stepped out into the hallway and heard a shower running, but not from the bathroom I’d been using. The thought of Josh naked in the shower had me walking toward his room. Part of me knew this was a bad idea, but I shoved that negativity down and kept walking, stopping right outside his partially opened bedroom door.

What was I doing? I started to turn away when I heard what sounded like a slap against the wall, followed by a groan.

My skin tingled and I couldn’t move.

“Fuck. Charlie.”

It was followed by another loud groan.

My entire body clenched at the thought of him getting off in the shower with my name on his lips. I leaned back against the wall, wondering if I should walk into his bathroom.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

I turned away, my skin on fire, and walked into the other bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stared into the mirror at my flushed face. My nipples had pebbled, brushing against the fabric of my tank, and I could feel how wet I was without even touching myself. I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower, then stepped beneath the spray.

My fingers trailed down my stomach, every inch of me ready to explode as I parted my folds and grazed my thumb over my clit. A shudder rolled through me as I found a familiar rhythm of teasing my clit and plunging a finger inside of me.

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