Page 97 of Tremors of Desire

“I’m going to cum,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out as I lose control, my legs quivering.

“I know, baby,” he whispers back, thrusting in and out of me harder, tipping me over the edge as I clench and squeeze his dick like a vice, my orgasm washing over me.

He’s right behind me, groaning loudly as his warm cum fills me. “Goddamn, baby,” he pants, slowing his pace, riding the aftershocks with me until I collapse on the bed. The mattress dips as he drops beside me and I turn my head to him, his lips parted as his heavy breaths escape, warm against my skin. His large arm wraps around me, pulling me closer and holding me against him.

It’s as though he’s experiencing the same weird sensation that I am, wanting to hold on to each other and not let go.

His fingers softly trace the contours of my face as he gazes at me. Without him saying a word, I see those words in his eyes.

I love you.

Why neither of us can find the voice to say it, I don’t know. We lay there, gazing at each, connected on a soul-deep level neither of us could explain.

From the pocket of his pants on the floor, his phone beeps, indicating he needs to leave for work. He lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped from disappointment. “I’ve got to head to work.” He doesn’t move, just lies beside me. His stare is so intent it’s as though he’s memorizing every curve of my face.

His hand cups my chin. “I’ll miss the hell outta you, beautiful.”

My eyes soften, moisture filling them. I clear my throat. “I’ll miss the hell outta you.” My fingers trace over his jawline. “But I’ll see you when you are finished at the library, right?”

He gives me a regretful smile. “Yes. I wish I didn’t have to wait so long to see you, though.”

My smile widens. “I know.” Leaning forward, I press my lips against his, gently and reverently. “Vanessa and I are shopping for a dress for her sorority function, so it will be a good time for you to get some research done. I can help you write your paper if you want? Or at least, edit and proof?”

He gives me a wide smile. “I’d appreciate it if you did. You are exceptional at helping me write better. Your editing and proofreading skills are top-notch.” He strokes my hair, pushing it over my shoulder, before sitting up. He moves from the bed, grabs his clothes, and quickly dresses.

Getting off my bed, I reach down for my jeans. His hand on my wrist stops me. My brows knit together as I meet his gaze.

“I’m not ready for you to change out of that outfit yet. Walk me out wearing that?”

A grin stretches my face. “Of course. As long as Vanessa isn’t going to come home and catch me dressed like this.” I chuckle as I head to my closet, shoving my feet into a pair of flip-flops.

“You should be good baby. Her class would have just ended.” He holds his phone out to me so I can see the time and I grin.

“Still making sure I’m safe, huh?”

“Baby, you know your safety is my priority.” He steps to me as I move closer to him, coming together like two magnets that can’t be separated for long. “You are my priority.” His hands go to my face, pushing my hair back, as he gives me a sweet, long kiss.

I sigh as we part, hating that he has to leave, but knowing he needs to go to work to help Darin. I’m not sure why that unease is in my gut, making my stomach quiver.

He gives me a comforting smile as he locks his fingers around mine and we head to his Jeep.

Standing beside his vehicle, I say goodbye and step back, but his arm snakes out and wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me against his door, his mouth covering mine. He kisses me with desperation and passion before slowly releasing me. “I’ll see you later.” His eyes are full of promise, but there’s a sadness that permeates from him.

God, I hate when he leaves.

I know my expression matches his as I step back, nodding. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I wave and head to the door, knowing he won’t leave until I do.

Opening my apartment door, I give him a longing look, a soft smile curling my lips, as he waves and drives away. Sighing heavily, I turn and go inside, locking the door behind me. Moving to the window, I watch his Jeep as he leaves to head to work.

Goosebumps cover my skin and my posture tenses, despite being inside my apartment. My eyes dart around, scanning the parking lot and the areas surrounding my apartment from my vantage point. I don’t see anyone, but I get the feeling someone is watching me.

Moving away from the window, I chastise myself for being silly. I’m probably just paranoid from William’s continued unwelcome attention.

Vanessa comes home as I’m changing into my jeans. I pull on one of Max’s sweatshirts, needing to smell him. That uneasy feeling churns in my stomach, making it knot. I’m trying not to be too clingy and text Max. Though I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, I don’t want to worry him. He’s uncanny at sensing when something is wrong, and I know he’d leave work. But there’s no reason he should, I’m probably being paranoid for no reason.

We decide to go get some dinner before shopping. I can hardly eat anything. Luckily, Vanessa is so engrossed in telling me stories about Darin, she doesn’t notice.

I miss Max desperately and we spend a good bit of time texting while Vanessa tries on dress after dress, finally deciding on a beautiful plum one that clings to her curves and enhances her green eyes. I’m very careful with my responses, because I know he really needs to get to the library to research his topic so he can write it. He’s been stressing as the deadline looms closer, but every time we are together, including at the library, he can only focus on me. And I’m no better at controlling myself around him.

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