Page 19 of The Spark

He held my gaze, his dark eyes unreadable but intense. “Yeah.”

We sat there for a moment, not rushing to get out. Just breathing. Just feeling.

His hand rested casually on his thigh, but I could see the tension in his knuckles, the way his jaw ticked like he was biting back words. I almost asked what he was thinking, but I already knew. The air was heavy with it. Want. Restraint. Possibility.

Eventually, I broke the silence. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

He nodded and followed me out of the car, grabbing the leftovers and his overnight bag from the trunk. The walk up to the apartment was quiet, but not in a bad way. It was the kind of silence that held anticipation.

Once we stepped inside, I locked the door behind us, the soft click echoing too loudly in my ears. Amir moved toward the spare room like it was second nature now, his broad back disappearing into the hallway while I stood there, still shaken.

After my shower, alone in my room, I dropped the needle on my vinyl player and let Minnie Riperton’s voice wrap around me like a lover. “Inside My Love” filled the space, slow and sensual, each note sliding over my skin like a caress.

I sat on the edge of my bed, still pulsing with need. My mind played traitor, conjuring images of him—of how his mouth curved when he looked at me like I was something worth worshipping. Of his hands, those capable hands, gripping my thighs, spreading me open. The memory of what he’d done to me years ago collided with my want.

I slipped beneath the sheets, my breath already coming fast. My fingers found the heat between my thighs, and I gasped, arching into the touch, chasing something I knew I wouldn’t fully find without him. My eyes squeezed shut as I imagined the drag of his tongue, the stretch of his dick, the way he’d groan my name when I clenched around him.

I came hard, my body writhing, one hand gripping the sheets, the other buried deeply inside of me. A moan escaped me, raw and unfiltered, muffled by the pillow I pressed against my face.

His name was right there—on my lips, in my chest, thudding in my heartbeat—but I bit it back, sharp and silent. I couldn’t say it.

Instead, I lay there, the echo of release settling over me like a fog, my body trembling with the truth I couldn’t yet admit out loud.

This wasn’t going to be enough for much longer… because it never had been enough.

8

Ishould’ve gone to sleep.

Instead, I was in bed, staring at the ceiling, my whole body tight with an ache I knew damn well wasn’t going anywhere.

I took a shower as soon as I heard her leave from the bathroom, hoping the hot water would help. It didn’t. The steam carried her scent, increasing the throb in my dick. I washed my face, let the water beat down on my back, tried to erase the night from my mind—her skin glowing under the dim lights, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, the heat in her gaze when she turned away too fast.

But it was the sound of her that did me in.

Minnie was still playing in her room when I climbed into bed, but that wasn’t what had me gripping the sheets. The walls weren’t thick enough. Not even close. And she thought she was being quiet.

She wasn’t.

The softest moans slipped through, breathy, choked-back whimpers that had my dick getting even harder, my fist tightening.

I exhaled, slow, tried to turn over, to ignore it, but my body had other plans.

I moved to the side of the bed, sitting up, my feet flat on the floor, staring at the damn wall like I could see through it. Like I could seeher.

And I could.

I could see her. That dress from earlier, that barely-there little thing, slipping off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Her long, soft legs, the curves she never thought were enough, her sweet ass that would fit in my hands perfectly.

She was always wet for me. I knew it. I fucking knew it.

The thought alone had me gripping myself tight, stroking slow at first, then harder, my breath coming heavier.

I imagined pushing her against the wall, sliding a finger through that slick heat, feeling how ready she was, how desperate.

I wanted her from behind. Needed to feel her stretch around me, tight and hot, taking every inch.

One thrust. My strokes got harder.

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