Chapter 8 #2
I remembered myself quickly, threading fingers in her hair and giving a testing thrust. “Is that where you want it this time?”
Tara squeezed my balls, hard enough that I almost winced. Her pace increased, head bobbing back and forth, swallowing as much of me as she could.
I had the insane urge to keep goading her. To see how far I could take it before she was well and truly angry.
I wanted her to hate me.
I wanted to push her to her furthest edge.
But I was losing the upper hand, losing my grip as her cheeks hollowed and I felt my climax coming too fast.
My hands were on her head, hips thrusting unconsciously as she swallowed every single inch of me. That was where I came apart, spilling down her throat with a helpless groan. My legs felt weak, my head swimming.
I leaned harder on the wall of the shower, panting violently as she kept sucking and licking even as I softened in her mouth.
This was it. My chance to gain the upper hand.
I could walk out of this shower right now, leave her with my taste on her tongue, and show her exactly what kind of man I was.
Somehow, I found myself on my knees, lifting her onto her feet. Even under the water, the scent of her was heady, filling my lungs and confusing my senses.
I stroked my tongue between her legs, shuddering at the taste of her. In two short minutes she was grasping for purchase on the slippery glass wall, knees weak as she gasped my name.
I let her down gently, holding her steady until I knew she wouldn’t slip.
Leave. Now.
She was still stunned, staring at me like she hadn’t decided if she wanted to kick me out or drag me back in. Tara didn’t speak when I stood, turning my face to the water and making a show of washing her from my skin.
A hand caressed down my back, and in a quiet voice, Tara said, “You’re not actually an asshole, you know that, right? You play it up well, and you would probably be a terrible boyfriend, but you’re not a total ass.”
I snorted, water droplets spraying from my lips. Instead of stepping from the shower and finding my clothes, I turned toward her with my hand over my chest in mock offense. “Who says I would make a terrible boyfriend? I made you finish, didn’t I?”
Tara shoved me out of the water, tilting her face into the spray and scrubbing me from her lips the same way I did. I had a vicious urge to stop her, to put her on her knees and rub myself all over her again so she couldn’t get rid of me.
Water sluiced from her hair onto her breasts. I cupped them with one hand, letting my thumb slip over her nipple.
“Case in point. Making sure your girl finishes is the bare minimum. If that’s the boyfriend bar for you, it’s too low.”
“And where should the bar be? Was I supposed to bring flowers if I wanted a blow job?”
“Yes,” she answered primly, reaching past me to grab a bottle of body wash.
I snatched the bottle from her, squeezing some into my palm and massaging it onto her arms. “Every time?”
“At least once a month.” She arched her back, offering herself to me as I coated her in bubbles. “You should also cook. Can you cook anything that doesn’t require a grill?”
“Of course, I can cook. I have to feed myself.”
“Listening, too. A good boyfriend will listen every time his girl is talking. Do you even remember my name?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, pinching her ass when I spun her around to wash her back. “Who are you again? Sara?”
“I changed my mind. You’re an asshole,” she muttered, probably assuming I couldn’t hear her.
I let my hand fall between her legs, just enough to make her jump. “What was that?”
“Sorry, Isaiah.”
I pressed her against the tiled wall, laughing when she gasped from the cold. Touching her like this, provoking those indignant noises, had me ready again.
Shit. No condom, which meant it really was time to go.
I tugged her into the water, letting the soap wash away. While she was distracted, I stepped onto the bath mat, reaching for a towel. It smelled like Tara, and her sweet, floral soap. I inhaled as I dried my hair.
That didn’t feel like the win I was expecting. And yet, the beast was oddly quiet. At least one of us felt like we won.
I was already dressed when Tara finished, following me to the living room with a white towel wrapped tightly around her. A twinge of guilt hit me as I reached for the front door handle, seeing her standing there with her hair still wet. Vulnerable and sweet.
I clenched my fist, locking my hand around the handle.
Leave, dammit. Walk away already. Have the last word.
“How long are you in town?” I couldn’t believe the words came from my own mouth. It was like someone else was stretching my vocal cords.
“I’m renting this place for three weeks, and then…I don’t know.” Somehow she could see right through me, her gaze penetrating the base of my neck, locking onto the madness that was currently overwhelming me.
Before I could say more, Tara added, “I just ended a relationship, remember? I’m not in the market for a new one.”
I smiled at her over my shoulder, the motion feeling brittle. “I’ve been informed that I’m not boyfriend material. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“What are you getting at?”
I took too long to answer, my hand still gripping the doorknob. Tara leaned around me, twisting it for me and offering a polite smile.
“I guess I’ll see you around.”
I was standing on her porch, water droplets falling from my hair and soaking into my shirt, as the door clicked shut behind me.
I should have walked away.
Next time, I would.