Page 61 of Sparks
“Yeah, baby…” His breathing was getting more rapid, like mine.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“Yes, Harlow. Come for me.”
There was no pillow biting here. My entire body tensed as the orgasm hit me full force. Moans and tiny yells ripped from my throat as I shook with pleasure. On the other end he was quieter, low grunts and heavy breaths, but he was undeniably coming too.
As I caught my breath, my body flushed with the shock of what we’d just shared.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“That was so fucking hot.”
I laughed and rolled over. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I wish I was there,” he said. “I wish I’d been inside of you to feel that and watch your face.”
My chest constricted. “Someday?”
“Yes.”
I was still catching my breath and so was he. We lay there in comfortable silence until his breathing changed again and I had to giggle. That fucker had fallen asleep again.
My heart was full. So full.
Iwas so ready for winter to be over. The cold in Virginia sucked but the cold in the north was just brutal. I had another reason I was ready for spring, though. In one month, I’d be nearly through my regional sky muffin probationary time, and I could apply for Omega Skies International. One of the requirements was to be fluent in two languages. I’d taken French in high school and college, so this month I was hammering the videos, trying to be able to understand and converse in French at the interview.
If I got a job with OSI, I could apply to work at any of the international airports. Shawn and I hadn’t discussed it yet, but I strongly believed I’d end up in Japan. My entire body buzzed when I imagined it.
Two more days until he was back in the U.S. and everything would change for us. I felt like I’d finally found the man who understood me, and whose personality meshed well with mine. There was a natural comfort between us and the physical spark I so desperately craved. Speaking of sparks, I hadn’t even thought about opening that stupid app in over a week. That was a great feeling.
I got back to the apartment a bit early. Rhea and Willa were there with glasses of red sangria in hand.
“Girl, why you glowing?” Willa asked.
I collapsed onto the couch between them, unable to hold back the smile. “I had phone sex with Shawn last night. My first time ever.”
“Get it, boo!” Rhea nudged me as Willa laughed and said, “That’s right! Get you some wine.”
I got up and poured a small glass, taking a second to snap a picture and send it. He didn’t respond, and I was hoping he was allowing himself to get some sleep. He’d sent a few texts throughout the day, but he’d been kind of quiet tonight.
“Tell us everything,” Rhea demanded, tucking her short black waves behind her ears and turning to face me with her knees pulled in.
So, I did.
“You are gl-owing,” Rhea emphasized.
“I know,” I said. “I’ve never felt this. He’s the total package for me. Everything I want.”
“Let’s just hope this muthafucka does the right thing.” Willa took a sip of her drink and her eyes widened when she saw the look Rhea and I gave her. “I mean, I’m sure he will. He’s no dumbass. I’m just saying. When he sees her in person…” She smacked her lips and looked pointedly down at her drink.
I chewed my lip as Rhea rubbed my back. Willa was right. So much could still happen. Despite the connection between Shawn and I, when he had to see Natalie and Bennett in real life, what if it were just easier for him to stay with her and cut me loose?
I knew wine was not meant for chugging, but I totally chugged my sangria, making the girls say, “Whoa, boo!” and “Damn, girl.”
And then I smiled because I needed to stop worrying. “I’m going to do some laundry.
“I’ll come with you,” Rhea said.
