Page 36 of Light in the Dark
I'm shaking, aching, on fire all over, my raging erection so hard it hurts, leaking and throbbing. I close my eyes and breathe, trying to will it to go away.
"Felix?" Her voice is quiet, hesitant.
I try to zip my jeans, but they won't close over my erection. I hear her steps approach. I turn away from her, feeling guilty that I pushed her into something so fast, so intense when she had literally just finished saying she needed time.
"Sorry, I—" I shoot to my feet and stagger on unsteady feet for the sliding door. Pause partway through, turn to look back at her over my shoulder. "Ember, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let things go there." I squeeze my eyes shut, furious at myself. "I just—fuck. I'm sorry."
I don't give her a chance to respond, bolting for my bathroom and shutting the door. My arousal hurts like a motherfucker, straining against the confines of my underwear, but I can't bring myself to so much as touch it, because I know the only thing I'd think of is Ember, the soft weight of her incredible ass in my hands, her mouth on mine so hungry and wet and willing and eager, her hands cupping me over my underwear, the quiet whimper as we kissed…
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I brace my hands on the sink and close my eyes, breathing hard, trying to clear my mind.
The door opens and Ember is there, her hair free of the braid, loose around her shoulders and kinked from being braided while wet—her hair is fantastically long, hanging to mid-back, if not closer to her tailbone. Her lips are swollen from our kiss.
"Felix," she whispers, inching closer to me, warily, as if I were a skittish stray dog. "What are you sorry for? Why did you apologize? Why'd you leave?"
I grip the edge of the sink, not looking at her. "You just said you needed time. After what you just went through, the last fucking thing you needed was my dumb, horny ass making a move on you. You're mourning. I recognize that, at least. I shouldn't have kissed you. Shouldn't have let it go as far as it did, at the very least."
"Oh, Fee," she whispers. "You're taking an awful lot of credit for what happened just now, buddy."
I shake my head. "Ember, I—"
She's right there beside me, now, leaning back against the sink with her hip touching mine. She looks up at me, touches my lips to silence me. "I kissed you back, Felix. Did you miss that?"
"No," I admit.
"What about the fact that I encouraged you at every step of the way? Did you miss that? How about when I sat up because I fuckinglovedthe way you grabbed my ass? You miss that part, too?"
I have to look at her. "No."
She looks a little pissed. "Then stop acting like it's all on you. It’snot. I'm a grown-ass woman, Felix.Igot carried away just as much as you did.” She leans closer, puts a hand on my chest and gazes at me, her voice softening, now. "And I loved every second of it. I was just…shocked. It took me by surprise, how intense it was, how fast it accelerated.”
"It was crazy. I just…I couldn't not kiss you. And then…" I shrug, shake my head. "It was like someone lit a match in a roomful of dynamite."
Ember huffs a laugh. "Exactly." She searches my face. "So, why'd you come in here?"
"I needed a minute," I mutter. "Needed to get control."
Her searching gaze flicks down to my crotch, which has stubbornly decided to stay monstrously, painfully erect. Her eyes widen. "Oh. Ohhhh. I—I see."
"And clearly, I have not been successful."
She's unsuccessfully trying to hide a grin, or perhaps smirk is a better word. "You, uh, you need a minute to take care of that?"
The look I give her isn't a glare, exactly, but it's pretty damn close. "No, Ember, I'm not gonna jack off."
"No?"
I shake my head. "I mean, sure as fuck not while you're here."
"But if I wasn't here…" she says, trailing off.
"Still probably not."
This gets me a puzzled frown. "No?"
I sigh, because for some reason I can't lie to her, even by omission. "I mean, I do…obviously. Or, I have, in the past."
