The Fling (18+)

Chapter 18

Water washed over my back as Adam's hands in my hair tightened, cum shooting into my throat.

"Nora-" His head leaned back against the tiled wall, groaning as I swallowed.

My nose filled with the scent of him as my tongue savored his taste.

Our last hurrah...

When he was spent, I sat back on my heels, wiping at my chin.

Outside, through the open door of the bathroom, I saw the faint glow of early morning.

I still have to go back to the house, pack, and then fight with the airline if I want to stand a chance of getting home today.

With a sigh, I stood, quickly rinsing off under the spray.

Stepping out onto the rug, I took one of the massive, fluffy towels and began drying off.

In the mirror, I caught sight of my reflection, smiling at the sight of the hickies Adam had scattered across my neck and chest.

I traced my finger over one, remembering how his lips had felt against my skin.

Something to remember him by...

In the shower, Adam finally regained his senses, and I heard him shut the water off.

"Are you sure you have to go?"

Swiping the towel down my arm, I shrugged, "When it comes to airports, earlier is better than later."

He came out of the shower, coming up behind me and pulling me back against him, "Or you could get a flight out tomorrow and we could spend the rest of the day fucking each other senseless."

In that moment, I wanted nothing more.

Masking my yearning, I grinned as his teeth marked a trail along my neck, "Tempting. Unfortunately, I might have borrowed one of Dad's cars without asking, and if I don't return it soon he'll probably send the cops after me."

Ducking out of his embrace, I went into the bedroom, picking my dress up off of the floor.

Relieved to find that we hadn't damaged it beyond use, I stepped into it, clutching the bodice against my chest as I pulled up the zipper.

Every cell in my body screamed at me to stay.

Warm hands stopped me, taking the zipper pull and slowly, carefully closing the back of my dress.

Turning, I faced the man who was quickly becoming as necessary as the air that I breathed.

"Well," I reached up to brush away an errant lock of his hair, heart breaking as I tried to sound casual, "look me up if you're ever in Seattle?"

His eyes softened, and I could almost believe that I saw sadness in their depths, "I will. Let me know when you've landed safely, okay?"

I nodded, standing up on tiptoe to press a kiss against his stubbled cheek.

"Goodbye, Adam."

The door to the garage slammed roughly behind me, and I tossed the keys on the counter.

"Nora? Is that you?" My father's angry voice carried across the house, and rapid footsteps followed his words.

I walked toward the stairs, headed in the direction of my room as a hand reached from behind me, grabbing me and spinning me around.

"What the hell?" Dad demanded, anger radiating off of him.

"Get your damned hands off of me," I spat.