Page 104 of Hurry Up And Wait

“No,” I grumbled.

“Imagine me in bed with you, then.”

I let out a deep breath and tried my best to imagine it. There was so much anger and resentment, though. Not toward him, but at the situation. It clouded what should be a fun experience.

“Take a deep breath.”

“I just did that,” I snapped.

But instead of being angry with me, he just chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re finding this funny,” I grumbled.

“Baby, I find everything about you funny. And sexy. And beautiful.”

I sank into the mattress, my body relaxing slightly at his words.

“Do you know the first thing I thought about when I saw you again?”

“No.”

“Shock. I was shocked. I never thought I would see you again. But then it was like a weight was lifted from my chest when you threw yourself into my arms. You were there, and you were so fucking happy to see me.” His voice grew gravelly as he continued. “After all those years, you hadn’t forgotten me. Out of all the shit that happened with the senator, you were the one good thing I remembered from living with him. You pulled me out of this pretentious way of life and made me live. You were perfect. So fucking perfect. And you were back. You were mine.”

“I still am yours,” I whispered.

“You always will be.”

I was no longer grumpy, but I was far from being relaxed. I neededhim now more than ever, and if I had any chance of sleeping, I needed him beside me.

“Take off your clothes for me, baby.”

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t in the room with me. I stripped my clothes as if he could see me—as if he was watching my every move.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Tell me you’re naked.”

“Completely.”

“Get back on the bed.”

I walked over and kneeled on the bed, then laid down, instantly spreading my legs. “What now?”

“Do you feel me beside you, baby?”

If I closed my eyes and thought about it hard enough, I could imagine him hovering over me, his breath fanning over my skin and sending chills down my spine. “You’re on the bed.”

“I’m right fucking next to you,” he whispered. “Do you feel me?”

I gasped as I felt his thick cock brush against my side. “Yes.”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Spread your legs wider. Let me inside.”

I did as he asked, my breath catching in my throat as I imagined him settling between my legs. My hand drifted down, sliding over my highly-sensitized skin. The need was so strong that my skin prickled at my touch. I thought I heard his growl as I slid my fingers down, touching my center. It was like he was in the room with me, urging me on, even though he was a thousand miles away.

His warm breath on my pussy had me shuddering, but it was the look in his eyes that really sent me over the edge. The want—the need was unlike anything I’d ever seen or felt before. “Kavanaugh,” I whispered, desperate for him to touch me.

“I’m here.” His voice was a whisper, and it took me a moment to realize that there was something different about his tone. Then I felt his hot skin pressing against mine, and his soft lips skimming over my cheek until he was nuzzling my throat. My eyes sprang open and I jerked in surprise.

He was here. He was actually here.