Page 51 of Only Between Us

This entire room feels several degrees too hot. Too tense. There’s no way I can make it all night, let alone sleep next to him again, without letting off a little steam.

I just need a few minutes to myself.

Brooks’s phone buzzes aggressively from the nightstand just as the shower turns off. It’s the fifth call in a row from his agent, Josh.

“Hey, Brooks?” I can hear the rustling of fabric as he gets dressed. “Your agent is blowing up your phone.”

Brooks emerges from the bathroom with his hair in wet curls, dripping over his face. His shirt is in a fist as he hikes up a pair of sweats. It takes every single ounce of my barely existent propriety not to look for a bulge.

Really, I deserve a medal.

“Thanks,” he says, distractedly taking the phone. “I’ll take it in the hall. We need to go down in the next twenty minutes.”

Thank God.

The moment he’s outside I hurry to my bag and dig all the way to the bottom for a pink, U-shaped vibrator. I’m the horny girl who travels with a sex toy, just in case.

Sue me.

In bed, I loosen the tie of my robe. Close my eyes. And because this is just a fantasy, I let myself pretend it’s Brooks running his fingers over my chest, my breasts, lifting goose bumps along my skin. Imagine it’s him skimming his hands along my waist. Smirking at the moan he gets out of me. I picture him pushing his fingers inside me the way my vibrator slides in, stroking my clit the way the toy sits on it now.

I lift my phone off the nightstand and fire up the right app, sorting through the controls to find just the right vibration.

“Fuck,” I mumble into the room, throwing back my head.

I think of his mouth on mine. His mouth on every part of me, teeth grazing my nipples, tongue licking down my stomach. I imagine him digging his fingers into my thighs to keep them wide open for him as he kisses around my pussy before finally giving me what I need.

I think of how it would be to fuck him for the first time.

Wonder if it’d be so quick and so dirty our clothes would stay haphazardly on, his jeans pushed down to his knees, mine hanging around an ankle as he fucks me against the hotel room door. Or whether we’d let the anticipation eat away at us, really take our time. Licking and nipping each other all over before finally giving in.

My toes curl as my back arches off the mattress.

He’d feel so good fucking me. He’d taste so good in my mouth.

He’d make the hottest sounds.

“Oh fuck. Oh,fuck—”

There’s a knock at the door just as my orgasm starts to crest.

“Pip? It’s me, open up. I didn’t bring a key.”

My head snaps off the pillow.

“Siena, you there?”

I sob, feeling my body come down from the edge, left hanging and needing. This feels so much worse than it did a minute ago. Jabbing at my phone, I kill the vibrator. Scramble off the bed. Close my bathrobe as I wrench open the door.

“Hey.” I’m panting. Fuckingpanting. I pivot back into the room the second he’s inside, hoping my skin hurries up and cools down before he asks what I’ve been doing. “I’m almost ready, just need to put on my dress.”

After grabbing it off a hanger in the closet, I hurry into the bathroom and nudge the door shut.

I hate myself.

In the mirror, I’m blatantly flushed and looking feral. Exactly how you’d image a woman on the brink of a badly needed orgasm, only to have it snatched away.

Brooks is moving on the other side of the door, the sound of hangers clinking together as he presumably gets dressed. “How long do you think you’ll need to finish getting ready?”

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