Page 31 of Resisting the Running Back

My cheeks redden, but I don’t let him see me sweat. “My turn?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, and I practically run into the bathroom.

I take a minute to stare at myself in the mirror as I draw in sips of calming air. What the hell is wrong with me?

That kiss affected me more than I realized, I think.

I have to remind myself that he’s just being a good friend. He dropped everything to be here for me. He’s willing to drive me back to San Diego with my three boxes filled with what amounts to a bunch of meaningless junk.

His hand on my neck.

I’m his favorite author.

His lips on mine.

He’s my best friend.

His tongue brushing against mine as butterflies raced around my chest and my stomach flipped.

God, this is so confusing. Why can’t I stop thinking about the kiss?

Maybe I’m just horny. I wrote a sex scene this morning and a different one yesterday. Tyler and I hadn’t slept together in a while before we ended things. Maybe I just need a quick orgasm to help alleviate some of this nonsense running through my brain.

I wasn’t planning on taking a shower, but I find myself turning on the water, undressing, and getting in. I turn it to hot, and I stand under the stream of water, breathing in the steam as I bring my fingertips up to rub slow circles around my nipples. I grab one between my thumb and the side of my finger, rubbing it there and working overtime to quiet the moans I want to let out.

I let go with one hand and let my fingertips trail down my torso toward my pussy, and I slip a finger in, not wasting any time as I pump my finger in and out. I pull it out and slide it over my clit, rubbing myself there as I tug on my nipple at the same time.

I snag my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard as the pleasure starts to push me toward the peak. My fingers both start to move a little faster as I climb higher and higher, and I push my fingers back inside as I feel myself tipping over the edge.

His hand on my neck, pulling me closer.

I finger myself harder as I start to fall apart, my body thrashing instinctively as the pleasure ripples through me.

His lips on mine. His tongue brushing mine.

I pull my fingers out to focus on my clit as pulse after hot pulse throbs down low, and all I see is his face.

As my body starts to calm, I move over to the little shower bench and slump down onto it for a few beats as I let the warm glow fall over me.

And now I need to go out and face him.

He’s in his bed, sitting up against the headboard and scrolling his phone when I emerge in a loungewear set. I feel his eyes on me, but I’m too embarrassed to look at him. It’s like he’ll sense that I just fingered myself in the shower while I was thinking about him, and that feels too heavy.

I’ve never done that before—thought of him while I did anything sexual. I’ve never seen him as anything more than a friend.

But suddenly…

What? Suddenlywhat? I wish I had the answer to that. All I know is that I want him to kiss me again.

And this time, I don’t want it to be for show.

I brush away those thoughts and feelings, instead focusing onhimfor a change since it feels like everything lately has been veryme-centric.

“Do you want to do more planning for your charity project?” I ask.

He glances up from his phone. “Funny you should ask. I’m actually looking up some things now.” He flashes his phone at me, and I climb onto his bed next to him.

Dangerous, I know. I do it anyway.

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