Page 91 of The Perfect Love

Heat rushes through me, and my clit tingles, and that’s when I jump off his lap.Whew. Too close. Not that I have any regrets. Seeing him come was so fucking hot, but I didn’t realize how close I was to coming, and even though I could probably handle that, I can’t confidently say I’m ready for that yet. For the weight of his eyes on me when I fall apart.

I flush more at that thought.

Sanity seems to return to him all at once, and he jumps off the couch too, clearly concerned that was too much for me. But I bite my lip as I smile, quickly reassuring him.

“Okay?” he asks.

I fist his shirt and pull him to me. “Amazing. Watching you…” A shiver runs through me. “That was sexy. So sexy I needed to climb off your lap before I—”

“Got it.”

“Still working on being ready for that.”

He curls his fingers through my hair. “There’s no rush.”

As if on cue, the alarm on his phone goes off. After the third night of not realizing it was almost one in the morning, he started setting an alarm for ten-forty-five, hoping he’d be in his car by eleven, then back to the lake house and in bed before midnight.

He shuts off his alarm and turns back to me, cheeks still flushed and still breathing a bit heavily. “Guess that’s my cue. Sorry to come and run.” He flashes me that cheeky smile.

“Missed opportunity for a come and go pun, but fine. Go home, get some sleep. Dream of me.”

“No chance I won’t.”

He gives me a steamy kiss that only stokes the fire raging inside me.

“Happy birthday week.”

“Was this part of my birthday gift?”

“Mm. With how little notice you gave me, it might be your only one.”

“Then I would have zero complaints.” He gives me one last kiss, then a firm squeeze to my ass before walking out the door with a lazy smile on his lips.

Once I hear his footsteps on the stairs, I dash over and lock the door, then run to my bedroom and throw open the drawer on my bedside table. Which toy do I want tonight?

I’m so keyed up, but I kind of want to play around.

I want to imagine Trevor is here with me.

Which catches me. Because that made me nervous a little while ago. The thought of him seeing me come, but now… I don’t know. I wish there was something in between.

I look over at my phone. Maybe there is.

I quickly pick it up and send a text.

Me: Call me when you get to your room.

Then I pick out some toys and entertain myself for the next twenty minutes while I wait for him to get home. I bring myself to the edge and pull back, enjoying my body in a way that was so foreign for many months. Pleasure that isn’t just related to me, but Trevor, too.

When my phone rings, I barely pull the vibrator from my clit in time to answer.

“Hi.”

“Babe, what’s up? Are you okay?”

I bite my lip, trying and failing to hold back my moan, and put the call on speaker.

Suddenly, his raspy voice fills the room. “What are you doing?”

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