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I learned that his lips are so full and look soft.
I learned that having a man like him listen to me is the hottest thing in the world.
I learned that I’d be down for practically anything including indecent exposure if the man would look twice at me.
I groaned to myself. Gritting my teeth, I forced my fevered body to stand underneath the miserably cold needles of water in the shower. I tried to remember the name of the app developer he used for the gym’s iOS features. I tried to recall the square footage of the facility, the cleaning service he used, how many employees have been with the gym since the beginning—the kind of details I usually loved to collect. Nothing worked. Nothing. Cold water or not, my body was still on fire for Aaron. I was shaking, the throb of a heartbeat between my legs, impossible to ignore.
I knew when to give in. I slid the water temperature back to warm, and leaned my head back against the shower wall, let the sharp tap of the water on my skin enliven me as my wet hands roamed over my aching breasts and pinched the nipples.
Just this once, I lied to myself,one time I’ll let myself think of Aaron. Just one more time. I took the shower head down from its hook and aimed it first at my belly, then lower, drenching the narrow strip of soft curls between my thighs. Then parting my legs and letting the pulsating stream of water drive me wild with sensation.
What if he didn’t take a step back from me? What if he’d scooped up my keys and backed me up against my car in one motion? Flattened against the side of my car, I’d be breathing hard, trying to work out what was happening because it didn’t make sense. ‘Thank you for getting my keys,’ I’d say, puzzled, and he’d claim my mouth.
The taste of him would plunge me into some swirling darkness where nothing but the irresistible tug of pleasure that he built with his hands and mouth could bring me back from. He’d lift me by my hips, unzip his jeans, jerk my shorts down. I’d be so wet, so aching for him that he’d slide all the way into me with no resistance, my legs wrapped around his hips, my ragged moans in time with his thrusts.
He’d drive into me hard and deep. I’d grab his hand, lick his fingers and push them down between us so he could rub my clit while he fucked me, so he could make me come apart, screaming his name, against him as he covered my mouth with his in a deep kiss, muffling my cries of ecstasy. He’d hold me for a moment while I collected my senses and he’d stop my apologetic mumbles with another kiss. He’d say something worldly and reassuring about consenting adults and getting carried away, maybe he’d even make me laugh to put me at ease.
I couldn’t even imagine vividly what his kiss or touch would be like. All I had was my limited and lukewarm experience to go by. Nothing in my life had prepared me for Aaron Parks, not even for a fantasy of him that was pure imagination. Because even imagination has to have some inspiration and my love life was a hundred percent uninspiring when it even existed at all.
I put the shower head back up on its hook and scrubbed off my tingling body, feeling calmer but also annoyed with myself for getting so carried away over him. He was a man I admired and could learn a lot from. He wasn’t a peer, and not even a remote possibility when it came to any sort of intimate relationship. He probably got this all the time, with his looks and personality—a bunch of lovesick students swooning over him and trying to slide into his DMs. I was a total cliché, with the hots for my teacher.
I put my pajamas on and called Rina to fill her in on my day.
“So how was the gym tonight?” she asked. “Was it wall to wall sexy bodybuilders? Or just a bunch of old ladies trying to touch their toes?”
“Zumba was fun. And those old ladies as you call them—they could probably kick our asses.”
“Maybe your ass, not mine,” she said. “I used to run, remember?”
“When you dated the loser who made you run a half marathon? Yeah, I remember,” I groaned. “You made me promise never to let you go out with anyone ever again if they were just dying to introduce you to a sport they love.”
“Unless they’re like an NFL star. I’d be darling in diamonds and my man’s jersey in the box seats.”
“Is there anything about animal rescue that makes you think an NFL star is going to cross your path?”
“More like guys who work retail and have gassy chihuahuas,” she groaned.
“Wow, that sounds charming.”
“Don’t try to make me feel better. Was Professor Gimme-that-D at the gym tonight?”
“I don’t call him that,” I said a little miserably.
“I didn’t say you did. I’m sure his dick would never cross your mind. But when you showed me those pics online, the one where he’s in a suit at some charity thing—that man is hung. If I can tell through dress pants, it’s a literal log. I mean he could stuff--”
“Please stop. I covered a Zumba class. I wasn’t a body double in a porno,” I said wryly. Admitting only to myself that if I'd had the chance I might as well have been considering my fantasy life and the feelings I had for Aaron.
“That’s your loss. There have to be some guys at the gym besides your boss if that’s your hang-up. Plenty of men work out. You should have your pick of dudes who lift weights and have great abs.”
“I’m not picking up guys at my internship, Rina!” I said.
“You’re pretty defensive for somebody who’s sooo into her work.”
“No, I'm defensive because I almost gave in and kissed my damn professor.”
“What? When? Why almost?” she crowed.
“He insisted on walking me to my car to make sure I was safe. Total gentleman, dreamboat energy, right? Then I dropped my keys, we both bent down for them, and our faces were so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. It was killing me! I felt like I was dying, like if he had taken my hand, touched my face, anything, I would’ve just stopped struggling and gone for it. I have never wanted to be kissed that much before. Between you and me, I've never wantedanythinglike that before. Maybe I finally get all those romance movies where the people act so stupid because they just can resist the other person. I’ve been telling myself it’s inappropriate for weeks now. I thought I managed to hide it, but this moment, I mean, the guy pulled back and acted awkward, and I wondered if—if--”
