Free AlwaysYou by Karen Stivali Page A

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    The sound of the toilet flushing snapped him back to
reality. The water blared as she turned the sink on full force. He took his
wallet out of his pocket and tossed it onto the hotel dresser, then stepped out
of his jeans and flopped onto his bed. He’d hoped they’d get stuck with a
king-sized but the hotel wasn’t full and the annoyingly accommodating concierge
guy had been all too happy to find them a room with two queen-sized mattresses.
    The air was thick and humid. He got under the sheet in an
attempt at modesty, but even that felt too stifling. His t-shirt was already
starting to cling to his chest, making him wish he could sleep in the nude,
preferably out on the deck. Having Shari naked alongside him would have
completed the picture. “Fuck.” The sheet was tented. He flipped off the bedroom
light and peeled of his shirt. The ceiling fan sent a gentle breeze across his
bare chest, but the effect was anything but cooling.
    He heard the water turn off in the bathroom and wondered
what she was doing. Is she still dressed? Did she just wash her face? Are
beads of water dripping down her chest?
    The visions that flashed in his mind were interrupted by the
glare of light when the bathroom door swung open. He caught a glimpse of her in
bra and panties before she flipped the switch, sending the room back into
semidarkness. The moonlight filtering through the parted curtains cast a
delicate glow on the room, blue and wavy as the shadows of palm trees swayed
across the bed.
    Shari tripped, catching herself on the foot of his bed.
“What the fuck? Are these your jeans?” She bent down and picked them up and he
heard change fall out of the pockets as she tossed them onto the chair.
    “Sorry.” He tried to make out as much detail as he could in
the dim light. She’d pulled her hair up into a ponytail and her bra and panties
were white, reflecting what little light was left in the room. His cock
throbbed, straining against his boxers until it finally found its way out
alongside his thigh. He rolled away from her, sandwiching it between the
mattress and his leg.
    Shari threw aside her blankets and crawled beneath her
sheet. “What a night.”
    Jon didn’t trust his voice to work. “Yeah.”
    “Thanks for saving me from that asshole Bruno at the bar.”
    “That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”
    The sound of her laughter tugged at his stomach. He longed
to feel the vibration of her against his chest, to take her in his arms and
finally do the things he’d been dreaming about all these years. A bead of
pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, which begged to be touched.
    Shari’s breathing quieted and he assumed she’d dozed off.
She’d probably sleep like a log. He shifted against the bed, feeling the wet
spot he was creating on the sheet. He wanted to throw the sheet aside and jerk
off, long and slow, watching her sleep, but he knew he shouldn’t. If she woke
up and saw him that would end any chance he’d ever have with her. She’d think
he was a pervert.
    He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything other than
her mostly naked body or his aching loins. It was pointless. Knowing she was
breathing not four feet away was more than he could stand. He opened his eyes
again, finding them even more adjusted to the darkness of the room. He could
see her silhouette in the dusky light, her breasts rising and falling under the
pearly white sheet. Her lips were parted, her neck slightly arched. Christ,
she’s beautiful. His gaze traveled farther south and to his surprise he
noticed her hips were slowly rocking.
    He squinted, thinking his imagination was toying with him,
but it was real. Up and down, up and down, her pelvis rolled gently beneath the
covers. He could see that her arms were at her sides and realized her hands
could easily be between her legs.
    His cock swelled, heightening all his senses as he strained
to see what she was doing. He could see the folds of the sheet toward the foot
of the bed. Her