Page 88 of Right Man, Right Time
“Okay,” he says awkwardly.
“Well . . .” I open the door. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, thanks.” He looks straight ahead. “Have a good night.”
Needing to end the awkwardness, I leave the car and head straight to my building, where I push through the heavy doors and take the stairs up to my floor, not wanting to wait for the elevator.
When I reach my room, I let out a large sigh and lean against my door.
God . . . he almost kissed me.
So close.
And I wanted him to.
Badly.
Fuck . . .
Needing to get the smell of the zoo off me, I strip down to nothing and turn on my shower. I take a long, steam-filled shower, making sure to scrub every part of my body. I scrub for longer than I usually do, and I’m not sure if I’m scrubbing to get the zoo off me or if I’m trying to scrub the thought of Silas almost kissing me out of my head. Either way, I smell heavily of lavender, and I still can’t stop thinking about Silas.
When I step out of the shower, I wrap the towel around my torso and lotion up before heading into the main part of my room. I drop the towel and flop back on my bed, naked.
Staring up at the ceiling, I feel my body itching, needing that release, so I reach over to my nightstand just as my phone lights up with a text.
Silas.
I grab my phone and my vibrator and lay back down on the bed. I check the text first.
Silas:I’m sorry.
That’s it.
That’s all he said. Not sure I would expect more. I’m usually the one leading the conversation.
Ollie:Sorry for what? Almost kissing me?
Silas:Yes.
With one hand, I take the vibrator and move it down to my slit as I part my thighs.
With the other hand, I text him back.
Ollie:I wanted it just as much as you.
Silas:Ollie . . . don’t.
I switch on my vibrator.
Ollie:Don’t what?
Silas:You’re tempting me again.
Ollie:Tempting you would be telling you that as I text right now, my other hand is holding a vibrator against my clit.
I sink into the feel of the vibration, knowing damn well it’s not going to take long.
Silas:Fuck . . . don’t say that shit.
