Lost in Light by Kat Kingsley Read Free Book Online

my head fall back, delighting in the heat as it slowly soaked in, seeming to warm me all the way down to my bones. The steady drumming of the water on my scalp reminded me of the hum of the rain and the man who had stood beside me watching it fall, and I was struck by how powerfully he had been affecting me since he had witnessed the ugliness between Jake and I. My initial reaction was to dismiss it as simple girlish fancy, but I couldn’t help wondering if it was something more.
    I’d had crushes before. What girl doesn’t make it through adolescence and into adulthood without developing at least a crush or two?
    But this was different from my previous infatuations, he was inspiring sensations and thoughts in me that no one ever had before. The mere thought of him rekindled the heat that had swelled so deep and heavy in my center earlier in the day, the intensity of it making my thoughts swim dizzily.
    God, what’s gotten into me?
    Jake never made me feel this way. Hell, no one has ever made me feel this way! I can’t stop thinking about him and how much I just want him to touch me.
    It was as if the last hour hadn’t passed, the mere thought of his touch transported me back to the lecture hall, and the fantasy that had so overwhelmed me.
    The vent overhead kicked on, blowing hot air down onto me, making me sweat and stirring up the musky scent of my own arousal. The smooth cadence of his voice filled my ears, soothing my swirling thoughts and rousing my pulse all at the same time. I unbuttoned my blouse with brazen and teasing slowness, baring my breasts to him. His hungry gaze fixed on me with a heat that made me shudder and tighten in places that I didn’t even know existed. Matching his gaze with my own, I licked my lips with deliberate slowness. Plucking my already taunt nipples in tandem I drew a long and low breath over my lips.
    In a flash he was at my side, looming over me. One hand gripped the back of my chair while the other slid up the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs apart and moving my skirt aside to grant him an unrestricted view. The cotton was already soaked through with the evidence of my desire; even my thighs were moist and sticky. My orgasm was already within reach and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.
    Electricity zinged through my body at the touch of his fingers against my mound through my damp underwear, tracing the contours of my slit before coming to rest against the swollen pearl of my clit. My hips flexed of their own volition, urging him to rub me and deliver the delicious friction I so desperately needed. With a wicked grin curving his mouth and his eyes to shining with mischief, he obligingly rubbed small circles over my clit, the pressure, just this side of painful, making me squirm and pant.
    It didn’t take long for his skilled fingers to bring me to point of no return, and before I knew it I was soaring high, my body trembling and shuddering with the ferocity of the climax that swept through me like wildfire. My cries rang out in the empty lecture hall, his heavy breaths a soft accompaniment lapping at the edge of my consciousness.
    Reality began to seep back into my thoughts, his heavy breaths replaced by the steady rush of the water and my own labored breathing. The tile was shockingly cool against my skin as I sank back against the wall and waited for my racing pulse to return to normal.
    A giggle bubbled uncontrollably out of me before I could clamp my hand over my mouth. I remained leaning against the cold tile, my legs trembling and my breaths finally beginning to slow. Freezing in the sudden silence I listened intently for any sign that Liam and Patrick had heard me, only to exhale in relief several moments later when all I heard coming from the living room was the canned laughter from the TV. Allowing myself to relax and bask in the lingering glow of my orgasm I couldn’t keep the Cheshire cat grin off my face.
    If fantasies about him are this good, what would it be