Page 93 of A Real Goode Time

That’s what Ireallywanted, more than anything I’d ever wanted.

I wanted to know what that felt like. Needed it. Needed to be filled by him. Taken by him. Owned, possessed, penetrated.

Fucked.

Loved.

Holy shit, Torie. I think I love you.

I got in the shower and scrubbed obsessively, as if I could scrub away the feel of his hands on my skin, and yet I couldn’t scrub away the fantasy that filled my suddenly sex-obsessed mind: him, kneeling over me as I lie on my back on the bed, him with his cock in my hands, jerking him hard and fast, him, exploding with a shout to let loose a thick flood of hot wet cum all over my belly and breasts and face.

I shook my head to clear it of the image.

Too much porn, clearly.

Gross, right?

No, no way.

Even if I’d liked him in my mouth, liked feeling him down my throat, liked the way he’d overfilled my mouth and leaked out, had liked the feel of it trickling down my chin, I didn’t want him to comeonme. No way. I’d clearly lost my damn mind.

I put it out of my head, or tried. Shut off the water, toweled off, wrapped the towel around my torso and knotted it at my chest. I flipped my sopping wet hair upside down and wrapped a towel around it in a turban, glanced back into the bedroom at Rhys.

“It’ll take for freaking ever for my hair to dry. You should jump in now.”

“I can wait till you’re done.”

I laughed. “You don’t understand. I only wash my hair a couple times a week because it’s so long and thick it takes literally hours for it to dry. Go ahead and shower. At this point, we may as well just share the space, right?”

He nodded. Troubled, I think. His eyes were conflicted. “Tor, I…”

He was standing in front of me. Naked. Limp cock hanging down to the floor. Hard body tense and lined with conflict.

I touched his lips with my tongue. Gazed up at him. “It’s okay, Rhys. I just…I need to process what you said and how I feel about it.”

His eyes burned. “I want to return the favor.” He made to drop to his knees.

I grabbed his elbows to stop him. “You have no fucking clue how much I want to let you. But…” I let out a breath. “One, I want what I did to stand alone. To not be part of more. To be something I did for you, because I wanted to. Two, if I let you do that, go down on me, we won’t stop. And it’s not the right time. We don’t have the time or the privacy for what that will be, when it happens.”

He nodded, and then tilted his head. “Okay, I get it. I’ll wait. But you said to surprise you with it—and I’m going to. When you least expect it.”

I felt a frisson of excitement. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.”

He sighed heavily. “I better get in the shower before I decide to ignore what you want and take what I want.”

I shivered. I kind of wanted that. Like, a lot.

He reached into the shower, twisted on the water, held his hand under the spray to test the temperature.

Still breathing hard, it seemed as if holding back his desires was taking all of his effort.

“Fuck it,” he breathed.

And turned on me, erotic ferocity burning in his eyes.

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