Page 68 of A Lab Rat's Guide to Fated Love
But a long moment passed, and nothing happened.
Vir was waiting, too, standing still, his breaths slowing. But the thumps of his heart under her palm were still furiously wild.
Nori opened her eyes to find a bunch of thick, soft towels sandwiched between her and Vir, like a cushioned wall separating them. Nothing below their torsos could touch.
“When did you…?” Fear and disbelief gave way to relief. She looked up to see the hesitancy in his eyes while he stood searching hers.
“Did I fuck up?” he asked.
Nori shook her head before surprised laughter spilled out of her. As Vir’s expression relaxed in response, she grabbed his face to plant sloppy, wet kisses on every visible inch.
She reached his lips, and his mouth claimed hers again. The hum in his throat was back. And it wreaked havoc on her self-control. Impulses waged wars inside her, making her want to push her luck just a bit more.
Breaking from their kiss, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it aside.
“What—” Vir’s eyes widened into cartoonish black orbs, “—happened to taking thingsslow?”
“This is slow,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear before nibbling on his earlobe again. “Did you want to take a look, too?” Her face burst into flames as she unclasped her bra, not knowing where this crazy, bold side of her had even come from. “Because I don’t mind either.”
“Are you sure?” Vir rasped as she nibbled on his other ear.
“Yes.” She took his hand and placed it against her breast, her breath hitching at the contact.
Desire overtook Vir’s remaining hesitancy, and soon Nori was struggling to rein in the embarrassing moans and whimpers coming out of her while his tongue grazed her taut nipple, playing and teasing before he took it into his mouth.
“God, Nori,” he whispered against her already sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure down to her core.
Nori’s hands balled in his hair, pulling him to her, needing him to be closer.
More. She wanted more. And she loathed the repulsive towel-wall between them. She wanted to be touched. Everywhere. And she wanted so badly to touch him. And do other things.
“Oh, Vir. I can’t take this anymore.”
“I can’t either.” He drew in a shaky breath and leaned away from her, his jaw clenched tight. “We should stop.”
The disappointment bred another rebellious thought. But this one wasn’t asking Nori to push her luck. Not really.
She hopped down from the counter, and the towels fell, revealing the outline of Vir’s very defined erection poking through the front of his pants. Without hesitating, she grabbed his hand and led him to the door. There, rising on her toes, she kissed him again.
“Nori,” Vir whispered a moment later, his voice strained.
“I have an idea.” She stepped outside and promptly swung the door shut behind her.
“What are you—?”
“Take off your pants!”
“What?”
She leaned on the wall beside the door, shocked at her newfound confidence. “It’s like phone sex without a phone, okay? Take it off.”
After a brief pause, Vir’s raspy laughter rang through the door, followed by a quick shuffle of fabric. Nori let her hand slide under the elastic of her panties and swore at how obnoxiously wet she was.
Over the next few moments, as they murmured and panted on either side of the door, Nori no longer cared about the embarrassing sounds she was making. It was Vir’s responding groans she was more interested in.
The delicious bass of his voice filtering through the thin veil of glass and fiber built her higher and higher, till his breathless rendition of her name as he came made her tip over with her own release.
Sunlight caressed her face as shestirred awake the next morning, and a surge of warmth seeped into her cheeks with last night’s events rushing to the front of her mind.
