27. Sensory Overload #2
The food was warmed up and on the island when Warren returned in shorts and a T-shirt. He filled a plate and sat next to her.
“I can’t imagine the amount of calories you burned today,” she said. “I know I had to have burned a ton just jumping up and down in excitement.”
He’d put two large chicken breasts on his plate and a mound of potatoes.
“I do burn a lot,” he said. “I’ll be eating on and off most of the night.”
“Yay,” she said, silently clapping her hands. “Now I won’t feel bad when I do the same thing.”
“I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions with your notes,” she said.
“They can wait,” she said. “You said you don’t have to go in tomorrow if you win, so you’re off?”
“I am,” he said. “We can sleep in some before you leave.”
She hadn’t set a plan on when she was going to leave. Nothing more than timing it for the ferry, which was turning into a pain in the ass and adding to her travel time.
Stupid traffic had her missing it the last time she was here and she had to wait another hour. Once the tourist season was over, there wouldn’t be as many ferries running and she would have to wait two hours for it to go and return if she missed it again.
For someone who planned little in her life, those things sucked.
“I’d like that,” she said.
They ate their dinner in silence. She never had a problem with it since she spent most of her life only talking to the characters in her head.
When she went to clean up dinner, she noticed a big red mark on Warren’s thigh.
He caught her eyes landing there. “A nasty helmet hit,” he said.
“I thought you had pads on to protect you,” she said, her jaw open.
“I still bruise,” he said. “Just like my body hurts like hell, but I jumped in the ice bath like I always do after home games. I was only in it for ten minutes. I’ll build up to twenty in the coming weeks.”
“Ice bath?” she asked. “Like a tub full of ice? Literally?”
He laughed. “Yes. It speeds up recovery.”
“I think I’ll take a hard pass on that,” she said. “What about massages? Do they help?”
“They do,” he said, picking her up under the arms. She was never going to grow tired of his strength.
“Then I think we need to go to your room so I can give you one.”
“Let me guess,” he said. “Research?”
“You’ll be the first I’ve given one to. I’ve had enough of them and asked a million questions, but never gave one.”
“I’ll gladly be your first,” he said softly.
He did that a lot.
Said things so quietly that she wondered what he was thinking.
Or feeling.
She knew what she was.
After watching him play, the range of emotions from excitement, to fear, anxiety, and happiness.
You couldn’t feel it all at once unless completely invested in someone else.
She fully was.
It was time to say the words and not just write them on paper.
Warren undressed when they were in his room. His body had a lot of marks on it and it made her heart hurt.
“You’ve got to be in pain,” she said.
“I’m used to it,” he said.
“Lie on your stomach,” she said.
“I’d rather lie on my back,” he said. “Then you can rub my chest and arms while you sit naked on my stomach.”
“Ohhhh,” she said. “Okay. I can do that.”
She was flinging her clothes off and hopping on the bed to do as he’d said.
Her knees were on his sides, her lady parts touching his warm belly.
“I can feel when you’re wet when you sit like this.”
Her hands were rubbing his chest. Man, oh man, the muscles on his body. Hard as stones under the warmth of his skin.
“I always seem to get wet when you’re around.”
“Always?” he asked. “You must go through a lot of damp underwear.”
“That will be my little secret,” she said, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. “I have a lot of little secrets.”
This time her voice was the soft quiet one.
“Do you?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she said. “Not always things I do but what I’m thinking.”
His eyes opened wider. She was trying to read what she saw but couldn’t.
Arousal for sure. She felt that in his body.
But she was more concerned about what was in his mind.
It was so hard to put herself out like this.
“I like it when your mind goes to work,” he said.
Her hands were rubbing his biceps now, but she wasn’t so positive he could feel anything. It’s not like she could grip him with as taut and tight as everything was on him.
“My mind never shuts off,” she said.
He put his hands on her waist and lifted her, moved her back, and set her down on his dick.
She let out a small moan. It always felt so good to have him inside of her.
“Neither does your body,” he said.
Her hands were on his chest for leverage and she was lifting and lowering at a slow, steady pace.
Not something she did often when they were together.
Maybe it was because they were apart so much that when they saw each other, it was a race to get their clothes off and to the end.
“I can’t shut anything off, even if I want to,” she said.
“What are you thinking, Emma?” he asked quietly.
“Lots of things,” she said as she rode him. “It’s harder to focus like this though.”
“Do you need to focus?” he asked. “Can’t you just let your body take over?”
“It seems like whenever I’m around you my body does.”
He brought her down so that their lips were touching.
Nothing urgent, but more soft and tender.
Not a side either of them showed the other.
It seemed to call for it together though.
“I feel the same,” he said. “I think we feel the same about a lot of things.”
Was that a clue?
A hint for her to say what she felt?
Why was this so hard?
It wasn’t in her books.
She was guiding her characters then, maybe she should just do what she always wrote about.
“Warren,” she said. Her body was building now. What started as her setting the pace had him lifting and matching her. They were always in sync.
“Yes,” he said. His hand moved to her swollen bud and started to play with her.
Just flicking it some and it was enough for her to pick up the pace.
It was also hard for her to speak when her body had a craving this deep.
“Keep it up,” he said. “I love watching you come. When your eyes go wide and then close. Your mouth opens, the tip of your tongue comes out and your teeth gently bite down. Everything about you is an erotic match just ready to strike against me.”
“Oh God,” she said. He’d never said those words before to her and it struck a cord in her body...even her heart...that had her pounding on him so hard her breasts were jiggling.
Her eyes were still open and she saw Warren studying her. His dark blue eyes were deeper than ever, moving over her face, and then holding her stare.
The floodgates opened and she poured out all over him as she came.
He was lifting with her, emptying the last of the reserves in his tank, then pulling her down on his chest.
“Tell me what I’m waiting for,” he said.
She didn’t need any other coaxing at that point. Holding back had depleted her energy, and what they had just experienced further exhausted her.
“I love you, Warren Showers. It’s another first for me.”
“I love you too, Emma French. Guess we both have that first thing going right now.”
“Phew,” she said, letting out a laugh. “Do you know how hard it’s been worrying about this and if you felt the same?”
“Considering I’ve felt it for months, yeah, I do know,” he said, running his hand over her head.
“We are idiots,” she said. “It’s been that long for me too.”
She knew it now looking back. Maybe she just wasn’t ready to say it though.
“Speak for yourself,” he said. “I knew how you felt. I just got tired of waiting for you to decide when you were ready to say it.”