Page 21 of The Chemistry of Us

With my forehead against the tile, I pictured her back arching and her nipples puckering when I licked and sucked them into my mouth. The breathless sounds that would escape her tiny lips the closer I allowed her to get to her release.

The way I’d make her come until I was burned into her skin, and she would only ever remember me.

Mine.

I slid my hand harder and faster, moving my hips in the opposite direction of my lustful movements.

“Fuck…” I groaned a little too loudly on the edge of coming but not quite there. “Tru…” I growled.

My chest rose and fell with each stroke of my hand on my cock, and my dick hardened to the point of pain until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I came so fucking hard I saw stars, and my entire body shook with the most intense orgasm.

After riding the high that was Tru Remy, I cleaned myself up and stepped out of the shower to dry off. I avoided the mirror like it was the damn plague, my shame overtaking me in ways I never thought possible.

I took a deep breath and threw on a pair of gym shorts before walking out of my room. It was almost three thirty in the morning, so I didn’t think anyone would be up. Everyone had left over an hour ago.

“Brady,” I exclaimed.

Not Brady.

Tru.

Dripping wet.

She froze.

I froze.

Droplets of water slid down her body, between her perfect breasts, and continued their journey across her belly button until resting between her thighs, only to slide down her legs.

“Oh hell.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Her eyes narrowed.

Mine homed in again on her tight little body.

Unable to hold back, I asked in a hard tone, “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“What does it look like, asshole? I was taking a shower.”

“This isn’t your bathroom.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I didn’t want to use ours and run into you. Brady left with his girlfriend, and he said I could use his shower.”

“Who the hell takes a shower at this time?” Panic took over at how beautiful she was.

She gestured toward my wet hair with a smirk. “Obviously, you do.”

Despite holding a towel, she didn’t use it to cover herself.

“Are you going to cover your tits, or am I going to continue trying to look at your face when I really want to bury mine between your legs?”

With a slight gasp, she moved her legs forward like she had no choice but to come to me, and all I could think was yes, come. Please. Be my fucking guest.

“That can’t come as a shock to you, Cinderella. Your body has always been one of my favorite things about you.” I left out everything else that made her important to me because it felt too real. I knew if I acknowledged why I fell for her, I’d fall even harder and wouldn’t survive.

“My body was the only thing you were ever interested in,” she deadpanned.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” I shrugged and crossed my arms.

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