I just wanted to keep loving him like this.
Mitch gripped my hips in his large hands as he slid in and out of me. I wanted this feeling that only he could give me.
How could I have possibly walked away from this?
I felt his lips on the side of my neck. I could smell him. I could taste him in my mouth.
And more importantly I could feel him inside of me. I wished he would stay there forever.
“I love you, Gracie. God, I love you so much.” He sounded as though he were crying. I wanted to look at him, but I didn’t dare.
It was on the tip of my tongue. I should say the words back. It’s what he wanted to hear.
Instead I focused on the pleasure. On the sex. On the way he caressed every inch of me.
“You hurt me, Gracie. I can’t forgive you for that.” The fantasy was getting all messed up. Real memories mixed with delusions.
“Oh god, Mitch!” I screamed just as I had an orgasm to end all orgasms.
“You broke my heart!” Mitch yelled just as I came apart.
“Wow! And you give me shit for touching myself in the living room? I have to bathe in here too, you know!”
My eyes popped open and quickly moved my hand from between my legs, which were dangled over the edge of the claw footed tub.
I sat up in the now cold water feeling overheated and very turned on.
Vivian was standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips, looking entirely too amused. “I—uh—must have dozed off.” I pulled the plug from the bath and stood up, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself.
“Yeah, that must have been some dream you were having,” she snickered.
I glared at my friend and shoed her away with my hand. “Can you give me a little privacy here, please?” I demanded, embarrassed as hell that she found me…well…pleasuring myself.
“Sure thing. I’m thinking you need to finish the job,” she laughed as she closed the door behind her as I stepped out of the bath.
I leaned against the wall and tried to get my pounding heart to slow down. The dream I had been having was still extremely vivid.
Dreams about Mitch weren’t uncommon. But they were usually jumbled images mixed with my residual guilt and longing.
But this dream had been so real.
My lady bits were all a tingle and it was as though I could still feel him there.
Right…there.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, my head falling back and connecting with the wall.
I swore I could hear Vivian cackling as I gave myself another orgasm.
While thinking about Mitch Freaking Abrams.
“All done?” Vivian asked sweetly when I emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, hair dried, clothes on, cheeks no longer flushed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I remarked primly, turning on the coffee pot. “Where’s Maysie?” I asked, changing the subject.
Vivian came into the kitchen and pulled her coffee cup down from the cabinet. “She left early to go to Garrett’s and check on the place. No one’s been there in a while so she told him she’d stop by before we left today.” Vivian poured some coffee into her mug. “You’re still coming tonight, right? Because Riley wanted me to tell you she’d come and get you herself if you tried to back out.”
I laughed. “I know she will. She can be comforted that my need for survival far outweighs my fear of awkwardness.”
Vivian gave me a mischievous smile. “It would definitely be awkward if Sophie knew you were moaning her boyfriend’s name while you were—”
“Seriously, Viv, do you have to be so crass?” I complained, humiliated but unsurprised that she called me out. I had been waiting for it.
Vivian shrugged. “At least I don’t pretend not to be wet for someone when I’m secretly panting for his d—”
“Enough!” I yelled, cutting her off again.
Vivian gave me an innocent look. “Why are you so testy? Am I hitting a nerve?”