My mind drifts to the fantasies I want to play out. When I’m alone. When I’m safe. Dark fantasies. Fantasies that push me to the edge of my safety zone then catch me when I begin to fall.
As I writhe with the building need, the lacy thong pulls and presses between my legs, rubbing against the valley of my sex, now wet and warm. The first touch as I slip one finger inside sends shivers radiating to my toes and I arch into the touch. I find the center of my desire, the need just below the surface.
My release hovers near the edge waiting for the right instant to quiver and crash throughout my body. I silence the first pleasured cry but when my dorm room door opens and my roommate walks in, the gasp of horror ripped from my throat is more the sound of a strangled pelican.
The candles dance in the sudden rush of air. I grab for the covers but can’t hide.
I’ve been caught.
Heat, both from my humiliation and from the need still coursing through my body, explode over my face.
My voice shakes. It honest to god shakes.
Lily’s delicious smile plays on her lips like a smoky refrain of smooth jazz. Her boyfriend, Jon, peers over her shoulder, a similar smile tugging up the corner of his mouth.
I couldn’t be more mortified if they’d discovered me stealing money from the Sunday collection plate or eating their leftover lo mein.
“I’m so sorry.” The apology quivers on my lips. I clutch the sheet to my neck but want to dive underneath.
I don’t, strangely enough. Curiosity drives me to see their reactions.
“I didn’t think you’d be back tonight.”
Lily favors me with an uninhibited appraisal though beneath the cover I don’t think she can see all that much. “Don’t apologize on my account.”
The molten heat in the depths of her dark, reveal-nothing eyes sears my flesh but her smile is not one of evil mischief.
It’s one of pleasure.
What the fuck?
She’s messing with me, obviously. Switzerland, I remind myself.
Behind her, Jon closes the door and I hear the lock click into place. I should have been so smart.
Lily shrugs out of the leather coat poured over her lithe frame, revealing a white tank top beneath. She’s not wearing a bra, her breasts firm and perfectly rounded and I can see the circles of her areolas beneath the thin cotton. Her nipples rise beneath my gaze, a dark beacon of temptation.
“Or on my account,” Jon chimes in. He presses close behind her, hands on her slender waist, pulling her against him. I can only guess why and my still humming sexual need gives a little zing at the thought.
She tugs at the sheet I clutch to my near naked body. I pull back, grasping the shield tighter to my breasts.
She tsks reproachfully. “Don’t get shy, now.”
Heat explodes throughout my entire body, blossoming from a central core located between my legs. The mushroom cloud chases all thoughts out of my head. I dry swallow the heartbeat throbbing in my throat.
“Please continue, Bree.” She props one knee on the end of my bed, studying me behind hooded eyes, a cougar stalking her prey. Muscles bunch and flex against the painted-on-denim of her jeans, coiled restraint waiting to be released.
Her voice rolls my abbreviated name from her throat like the purr of the contented feline she embodies, and an image of her cat-like tongue on my tingling flesh surges in my brain.
Words fail me. I do manage a brief shake of my head. No way was I putting on a show. I didn’t like being the center of attention when I was a kid forced into piano recitals. I certainly wasn’t performing for an audience now. Almost naked, no less.
“No?” She pouts her lip and tsks at me again.
Damn I love that sound. And that look, made all the sultrier when issued beneath the probing stare. Long lashes fan over wide eyes tilted slightly up at the corners, giving her a look of perpetual curiosity.
She invades my physical space more intimately than anyone I’d ever known.
“Maybe I can watch another time then.”
She finger-walks her right hand toward the foot peeking out from beneath my boring blue comforter. Lily makes a move to touch the arch, but I withdraw it from her reach.
She gifts me with that smile again. “Perhaps you’ll even let me help.”
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