Page 62 of Lovingly Restored

I ignore her, surveying my room. Clothes are strewn about, and it’s giving me a mild anxiety attack.

“What about those?” I ask.

Our eyes settle on the condoms on my dresser. The box that’s opened…but still completely full, the condom from my clutch the other week having been returned to its home.

“Nowwww you’re getting the hang of it,” she says, waving me off to retrieve it.

“What? You can’t get it?”

“No. I only take things out.” She uses her hands to gesture removing things from the bag.

“Super helpful.”

“Isn’t it early to pack for a trip for next weekend? I wouldn’t exactly put it by you to pack a week in advance though.”

“It’sthisweekend, Anna. Tomorrow. In twelve hours. He called to set up a nurse and told my boss I needed some time off for personal reasons. Who knows the web of lies he’s spun regarding that. Basically, I’m the least professional nurse in the history of ever. Do you know how long I usually plan trips in advance?“ I try to take a deep, cleansing breath, but it comes out staccato.

“I do. Because when you decided you were moving to British Columbia, you talked about it for a year. The only reason I decided to come with you was so you’d shut up about it.”

I roll my eyes because that couldn’t be further from the truth. Anna came with me because we’re not simply cousins, we’re best friends, and her mom and stepdad are…overbearing. I wanted to move. She needed it.

When my half empty bag is packed and Anna’s gone, I try to read before turning out my light. I can’t stop thinking about Isaac’s hands and lips on me earlier. Visions of Isaac Lauri on his knees, one hand on his erection. Sleep isn’t coming nearly as easily as I did on his tongue. I bite my lip in the dark, swallowing at the memory. My fingertips are sliding down my stomach when I hear the backdoor thud. Butterflies beat in my stomach. Isaac’s footsteps sound heavy as he walks around the house. I’m used to his routine of ensuring everything is locked. I get a stupid smile on my face when he guards over me like that. He’s coming down the hall now, almost at my door. I clutch the comforter to my chin, heart pounding, weirdly turned on by the idea of him stalking through the dark house. I snatch my phone off my end table.

In the hall, I hear his phone chime with my message. His heavy footfalls pause in front of my bedroom door. Anticipation weighs on me as I clench my thighs together. The creak of the turning knob steals my breath. A sliver of light stretches across the floor, stopping short of my bed. Isaac’s shadow is imposing, his head nearly grazing the doorframe. Reaching up, he grips the trim.

“You’re up late, babe.”

Fuck, his voice sounds sexy in the dark.

“Coming in?”

He takes a slow breath as though struggling to control himself. I hope he doesn’t. When he slips inside, shutting the door behind him, I silently rejoice.

“What’s this about unfinished business?”

Now that he’s so close, my boldness fades.

I try to convey my thoughts, “In the pantry…when you were kneeling…”

He curses under his breath, “Christ. You want me to eat that sweet pussy again?”

Oh, god.I’m getting wetter by the second.

“No. Not…necessarily.” How do I voice what I have in mind? This type of talk is so out of my wheelhouse.

“No? Did you not come all over my tongue, Ashlyn?”

As if I need the reminder. It’s a wonder I got anything done the rest of the day with my way my brain was so set on replaying that orgasm.

I blurt it out. “You touched yourself.”

Blood rushes up to my cheeks and down to my pussy.

“You like seeing me handle myself?”

I nod before remembering he can’t see me well. My hand shakes as I reach for the bedside lamp. Much of the room still sits in shadows, but now we can see each other’s bodies, our facial expressions.

He repeats himself, “Ashlyn, I asked if you liked seeing me stroke my cock?”

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