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He grunts, and I open my eyes, watching his body relax. Not wanting to get caught, I sneak out of the bathroom and hurry to the one off the living room, pull my panties down, and lean against the door. Hiking one leg up on the sink, I imagine him coming all over me. Panting, squeezing, I chase an orgasm that leaves me unfulfilled and wanting more.
“Hey.” Dane knocks on the bathroom door. “I’ll be right back. Mom needs me.”
“Umm, okay. I’ll be ready when you get back,” I squawk, practically orgasming at the sound of his voice.
When I hear the door click, I run to my suitcase and rummage through it, looking for my pink Lettie pleaser. I hop on the bed and sit with my back against the headboard. I press the vibrator against my clit, moving it fast, but I need more, so I push the button, making the round nodules under the soft silicone shell pop up and knead like a massage chair.
“Yes,” I mutter. That’s it. I pump it in and out. “Come on. I need this.”
I’m just on the edge, recalling Dane fisting himself in slow motion. “Dane. Dane.” My voice cracks as I reach an unsatisfying climax.
“I’m back!” Dane yells.
Fuckity. Fuck, fuck. Spread eagle on the bed with my vibrator covered in my juices, I say, “Just a minute. Stay out there.”
Scurrying to the bathroom to clean myself, I run his comb over my hair to put a few hairs back in place that the salon straightened and then gave me big flowing beach waves.
Stepping into my dress, I pull it up my thighs and around my waist, holding it in place. At least it seems like I didn’t want him to come in because I was getting dressed.
“Dane, can you help me?”
He knocks on the door. “Do you need me?”
With my back facing him, I ask, “Can you zip me?”
His warm breath tickles my shoulder blades as he pulls up the zipper so slow I hear each metal tooth snapping together. When I’m zipped his large hands skate up my back and then he lifts my hair from over my shoulder to my back.
“I bought this for you. Do you want to wear it?” he asks, twisting me to face him and his breath gets caught when he sees me. “You’re… you’re stunning.”
So is he. “You should wear black tie all the time. I take it back. I would have to share you with more girls than usual.”
“You don’t have to share me. I….”
The suite’s doorbell rings. “Guess it’s time to go,” I say, as butterfly wings tickle my stomach.
“Wait. I bought this for you. Do you want to wear it?”
It’s a comb of rhinestones and pearls twisted in a braid. Before I respond, he pushes it through my hair on the right side and secures it in place.
I swallow and shut my eyes, learning this is my defense when I don’t want to feel the intimate thoughts running through my mind.
“When did you learn to put in girls’ hair accessories?” I look up to him. His lips are turned up in a slight smile. Why is he so perfect?
“Don’t you remember when you made me learn to braid your hair that summer? How many times did Mom take us to Claire’s Boutique where I was always the only boy. You were obsessed with putting decorative bobby pins in your braids, but you couldn’t see in the back, and I did it for you.” His voice has a low musical quality about it right now, in juxtaposition to the shower grunting. “I saw this in one of the shops, and it reminded me of you.”
“Thank you. So, you haven’t been practicing with other women?” It leaves my mouth, but I barely recognize my voice. It came out all seductive instead of playful.
Cocking his head sideways, his fingers skim my cheeks. “No. Only you.”
It may be my imagination, but his face inches closer to mine with his fingers still resting on my cheek. I feel the warm smell of cinnamon candy on his breath.
His lips are so close, but this time, I’m not closing my eyes. I need to know I’m not crazy. This time, I’m kissing him back because it’s not dark. The sun isn’t setting in our hotel room. The wind isn’t blowing to make me think it could have been my hair touching my lips.
I wrap my fingers around his biceps, pulling him slightly toward me.
This is it.
Dane and I are going to kiss.
