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My biceps begin to burn, and I push through it a bit longer before dropping down into a plank. I hold that for a while, until my abs begin to twitch, and then I hop up and turn away from him so I can sink into squats.
The moan is louder this time, kind of a low, needy rumble. I back up as I continue to drop and rise, and eventually, I feel two warm palms over the globes of my ass.
After the fourth set, I pause in chair pose, then turn my head. ‘You like?’
His ears are dusky rose with his blush, and he nods before bringing his fist to his mouth and kissing it slightly. I know the sign. It means he really, really loves it. ‘Fist-kiss your ass.’
I burst into laughter, falling on my backside from the force of it, and he slides off the bed and straddles me, pinning my wrists to the floor. From the look on his face, I know he knows I could flip him at any second. But I like this. I’m obsessed with the feeling of his weight on me.
He leans in and takes my mouth in a long, lush kiss, then eases back and whispers, “Shower with me.”
I don’t know why he’s speaking so much. Maybe it’s a concession. Maybe it’s because he knows—at least I hope he knows—I will never ever ask for his voice. I will never demand it. Never expect it.
Maybe he knows that everything about him turns me on to the point of zero reason.
Whatever the case, today has been both the worst and best of my life, and I’m not going to squander a moment of it. I have no idea how long he’s going to want this. When will he ask me to leave so he can have his space back?
I hope not until tomorrow at least. I want to stay. To live in his presence. To just…be with him.
He drags me into the bathroom, and we’re both a little harder now as we strip down, and he turns on the water. It chokes and spits before coming out in a steady stream, the little tub barely big enough for both of us.
I step in first, then offer him a hand and shove him under the spray. I don’t mind the cold. Not when I can lather bubbles between my hands and run them all over his body.
He groans again, and I feel drunk on the sound as I press him to the wall and begin to stroke him. I don’t think we’re working to a conclusion. I don’t think we have a goal. Just being able to bask—to simmer—in this emotional ecstasy is enough.
And he returns the favor once he’s rinsed off.
It’s heaven to be touched by him. I feel like I’m melting as he strokes those impossibly talented fingers over my sensitive skin. I kiss him as he helps me rinse my hair,and that lasts for a long, long while. I rock my cock against him, and he moves with me until we’re both a little breathless and the exhaustion is impossible to ignore.
It’s getting late. I need to eat and sleep soon, but I also don’t have my car, which means wasting money on a rideshare or calling Dex.
As I shrug back into the clothes Robbie had given me, I steal a glance at him, and I find him dressed and watching me with that intense look back on his face. He seems…nervous?
No. He can’t be.
Is he?
The moment I tug my shirt down, he seems to unfreeze, crossing the room and putting his hands on my hips. His shoulders are tense as he digs short, blunt nails into my waist.
‘Tell me,’ I say. There’s something on his mind.
He lifts his gaze to mine, and our eyes lock. Then he lifts his hands and mouths along like he doesn’t want me to miss what he’s saying. ‘Stay.’
I swallow thickly.
‘With me. Stay. Tonight. Please.’
I yank him close and kiss him. I can’t believe he was afraid I was going to say no.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THOM
I wakeup to a violent shaking, my body lurching up and my eyes wide. What the fuck is that? Why is the bed vibrating? Is it an earthquake?
Oh god, it’s the big one this time. We’re dead, and just when I finally found a guy I really like.
I turn and see Robbie slowly waking up, his arms stretching above his head. The shaking stops, and he looks up at me before grinning.
