He drew a hand up his thigh, trying to get another knot. As he held onto his hairy leg, he thought of hers instead. She’d nudged her inner thigh against the side of his chest as he’d held her up. It took everything in him to not wrap her legs around him and put her ass right above his cock.
Fuck, that soft curve of her buttocks spreading over his forearm as he held her…
Nick rolled his eyes back and moaned as he gripped the erection popping out of the water. The memory of Emma sliding down his body hit him hard. He tightened the clamp to the base of his cock and thought of her cute breasts gliding down his chest and her round hip pressing into his thigh. The supple skin below her shirt made him flick his thumb over the crown. He’d nearly brushed over her bra band, and the idea caused the inner teenager inside of him to moan.
He raised a leg to dangle off the tub’s edge, and jerked his hips, thrusting his cock into his hand. Her lips pressing to his, her mouth parting in an invitation… His wild imagination ran straight to her on her knees, opening her mouth for him.
Nick was so blinded by the thought of Emma’s lips and the pounding of his heart, he completely missed the bathroom doorknob turning.
THAT’S STRANGE.EMMA slipped into the bathroom to find the lights on. Though, Skylar may have forgotten to turn it off. On the sink was her pink toothbrush, the bristles turned to face the wall. A larger gray one lay behind, playing the big spoon to hers. She walked closer toward the sink and the tub eclipsed by the towel closet.
Why does it sound like lapping water? Is that the pipes…?
Nick. Naked. Wet. And naked. Head tipped back, his Adam’s apple pointing skyward as he parted his lips and gasped. His shoulders glistened from the water that splashed through his virile chest hair. One leg dangled outside the tub, naked toes pressing against the tile. The rim of the porcelain bath pressed into his thigh, the muscles straining as he jerked a hand…
“Oh my gosh!” Emma cried. She slapped a hand to her eyes and tried to spin away.
“What the…?” A great splash erupted from the tub and Emma moved to hide. Her foot slipped on the spilled water, sending her plummeting to her ass.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”
“I forgot to lock the— What are you—?”
She tried to stand up, but the flurry of emotions sent her plummeting again. Still, she kept her back to him, terrified of what he’d find on her bare face.
“I thought you were outside,” Emma tried to explain, her heart thundering.
“I thought you were sleeping,” Nick shouted back.
“I’ll just…” She dropped to her hands which were far steadier than her feet and started to crawl across the floor. “Leave you to…what you were doing.”
Away from the steaming tub, she could get her bearings. Pressing her back to the closet, Emma took in a breath and looked up. The mirror caught Nick with a soaked towel slapped around his waist as he stood in the tub. He clung to the shower curtain above, a jagged vein circling his biceps like a python.
What are you doing?
“Sorry,” she called once more, scrambled to her feet, and leaped out of the bathroom. She didn’t stop running until she got into the bedroom and locked the door.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She clasped her hands across it, trying to dampen the sound even as she listened. No wet footprints prowled the hallway. No one called out to her or moaned her name. He must have returned to his bath and…
Even knowing she was safe, Emma’s heart wouldn’t calm down. Her legs wobbled and, for the second time, her knees hit the ground. She tried to shake away the memory of what happened, tying it up in a box for not polite things. But it wasn’t going without a fight. The way he’d tugged on his hair. How his lips slipped from a hard snarl to a soft o. The strength of his leg digging into the floor. The hard cock bursting from the water as Nick stroked his thumb against the widening crown.
She scraped her nails across her inner thigh. That strong forearm had cupped her buttocks, the same one bulging as he jerked himself off. Emma rose up on her knees and pulled back the edge of her panties. Her breathing grew erratic, pulling in more air along with the scent of him. The entire steaming bathroom smelled of coffee and the musk of a man. She’d been sleeping in that scent for the past two days.
The thought of him wrapping his hand behind the back of her head and kissing her lips sent her thumb plunging inside. The forearm that’d held her up became hands massaging and slapping her ass. She danced her finger over her clit and began to thrust onto her thumb. He’d bury his face in her neck, then plunge his cock into her as his lips formed that little o.
“Oh…” The orgasm hit hard and fast, steamrolling her. Emma clamped her lips shut, terrified of the sound she’d make as she pitched to the floor. Pressing her trembling clit to keep the ebbing pleasure rolling, she listened to a set of footsteps outside.
They paused just beyond the door. Would he call out to her? Twist the knob? Break the lock and take her in his arms?
She bit her lip, her body wound tight. Slowly, the feet turned and shuffled away.
What am I doing?
Emma sat up and tried to adjust her soaked panties. She was leaving, going to Maine to restart her life. Not waitressing in some small-town cafe. Not providing advice to a lovesick teenager. Not fantasizing about fucking the salty fox next to the espresso machine. She wanted…
Shaking her head, Emma tried to banish the question without an answer. It didn’t matter what she wanted because she was leaving, and no hot coffee man could change that. With an uncharacteristic grit, Emma piled her luggage next to the door to make it easier. No turning back now.
Steady legs walked her to the bed, certain arms pulled back the covers. But as she slipped under the sheets, her body curled around the pillows, and she breathed in Nick.
