Page 45 of Hot and Bothered
Or maybe it wasn’t so inappropriate anymore. Evan and I were together now. He’d brought me to orgasm on the very sofa I was sitting on. Those same erotic sounds I was hearing right now had fallen from my lips back then. We hadn’t been fully intimate, not yet, but I knew it was inevitable. Why shouldn’t I have been a little turned on by the thought of Evan’s muscled, naked chest, glistening with the sweat of exertion?
Okay, so I was a lot turned on.
I didn’t want to interrupt him, though. He clearly took his gym routine seriously. I didn’t have the right to walk in on him and distract him from his workout, no matter how much I wanted to throw myself into his arms.
I flipped the book shut and pressed my thighs together.
Evan didn’t even have to be touching me. He didn’t have to be in the same room as me. All it took was a few grunts and groans and I was already hot and bothered. I was turning into some kind of oversexed animal in heat. Surely I could learn to control myself.
But was control really all it was cracked up to be?
I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating my options. Evan said he was okay with waiting, but a guy could only be so patient, right? What would happen, how would he react, if I walked into that spare room right now and plastered myself to his sweaty, sticky body?
I squirmed on the sofa, wringing my hands in my lap.
Another soft grunt landed in my ears.
That was it. My mind was made up.
I launched myself from my seated position and began to march down the hallway.
I took three steps and halted as my heart rate spiked with anxiety.
Was I really doing this?
Was I really ready?
Another groan.
My insides fluttered and ached.
Only one way to find out.
I continued on my way with light steps, forcefully shoving down any inklings of hesitation.
The door to the spare room was open. I steeled myself and peeked my head inside.
Evan was there, shirtless and in the middle of lifting a weight in his right arm. I waited until he was done his reps and put down the weight.
“Hey,” I said softly, not wanting to startle him.
“Hey,” he said with surprise, his chest heavy with labored breaths. A trickle of sweat ran down his throat.
I got a sudden insane urge to lick a stripe along his skin and taste that droplet on my tongue.
Oh my god, were those really my own thoughts? What was this man doing to me?
I should have been scared. I should have been losing it.
All I felt was a deep-seated yearning in my chest, a shiver of anticipation in my belly, and a throbbing between my legs.
“Did you need something?” Evan asked.
“No, I…” I tried to speak through the tightness in my throat. I hadn’t exactly planned what I was going to say. All I knew was that I wanted him.
Evan cocked his head, waiting for my reply.
“I was wondering if you needed anything,” I said. “Glass of water? A clean towel?”
