throat bounded
in rapid succession against her fingers. She had to let him go. Let him work
through this, and get him out of her mind.
Shayla pushed away from the door and retreated to the
kitchen. But what she wanted from there she had no idea. She just needed some
distance between her and the exit that led to Creed. Her body ached for him. If she felt like this, Shayla had no idea how he seemed able to deny the
raging need that had to be coursing through his veins. She grabbed a glass and
filled it with ice water. Yes, that was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Something to cool her down.
After last night, watching his orgasm, the pleasure that had
racked his body, she’d had to take matters into her own hands for release.
Logically, she’d understood he had no idea how to respond to what had happened
between them. The aftermath had been more than awkward. But she’d left before
he’d returned, so she wouldn’t make the situation worse by doing something
crazy like begging for him to make love to her.
How was she supposed to go back to bed knowing Creed
remained out there in pain? He’d never experienced sexual need, and this wasn’t
a mere case of horny teenager. Years of suppressed arousal lambasted him,
slamming into him full force. The magnitude of which she couldn’t even
comprehend. Not to mention understand how he even stood out there and hadn’t
crawled in his sleeping bag with his dick in his hand. He was amazing.
Shayla tossed back another swallow from her glass, cooling
some of the heat in her body. If only Creed would allow himself to quench some
of his own thirst.
His reasons for holding back were clear—he didn’t want to
become a slave to the pleasures and desires of her time. He wanted to go home.
Believed in his century’s laws and way of life. But why did that mean he had to
suffer in the here and now? Wouldn’t fully experiencing a life without Sustain
make him a better enforcer? He would have been where the rebels were. Felt what
they felt and have decided to return. He’d be proof that it could be done, and
Sustain was his choice.
Yet one question chilled her, kept her rooted to the kitchen
floor. Could her heart survive after their time together ended, and he chose
the life he’d left behind? The one that didn’t include her. She lowered the
glass and breathed in a steadying lungful of air.
Who was she kidding?
Creed would be going home.
He didn’t have a choice.
It was a fact, and she had better get that through her head
and her heart if she wanted to be with him for the next few days. In the
physical sense. More than just the view from her window and the occasional
conversation on her porch.
Decision made, Shayla set her jaw and pushed away from the
counter. She would have to make him understand somehow. Watching him suffer and
wear a trench into the boards on her porch was not going to work. Not for
either of them.
On the other side of the room, she reached out, wrenched the
doorknob, and pulled. Her breath hitched at the sight. Creed stood like a wall
of solid muscle and hard determination on the other side. Both of his large
hands clutched either side of the frame. Sweat beaded his forehead. Her gaze
dropped lower. His pupils nearly filled the entire iris, and a cloud of lust
shadowed what remained of the blue. His nostrils flared right before his lips parted.
“Shayla,” he groaned.
No other words were needed.
She brushed her fingertips along the heated flesh of his
cheeks.
“I’m here for you,” she breathed.
Chapter Five
He was surely dreaming.
That had to be the only explanation. At some point, he must
have passed out from the unrelenting need burning in his veins, and he was
dreaming. There could be no other logical reason for her to be there, offering
herself to him.
Creed had no idea how long he’d stood frozen at her door,
refusing to allow himself to knock or go inside. The raging desire had carried
him to the threshold, but he’d be damned
in rapid succession against her fingers. She had to let him go. Let him work
through this, and get him out of her mind.
Shayla pushed away from the door and retreated to the
kitchen. But what she wanted from there she had no idea. She just needed some
distance between her and the exit that led to Creed. Her body ached for him. If she felt like this, Shayla had no idea how he seemed able to deny the
raging need that had to be coursing through his veins. She grabbed a glass and
filled it with ice water. Yes, that was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Something to cool her down.
After last night, watching his orgasm, the pleasure that had
racked his body, she’d had to take matters into her own hands for release.
Logically, she’d understood he had no idea how to respond to what had happened
between them. The aftermath had been more than awkward. But she’d left before
he’d returned, so she wouldn’t make the situation worse by doing something
crazy like begging for him to make love to her.
How was she supposed to go back to bed knowing Creed
remained out there in pain? He’d never experienced sexual need, and this wasn’t
a mere case of horny teenager. Years of suppressed arousal lambasted him,
slamming into him full force. The magnitude of which she couldn’t even
comprehend. Not to mention understand how he even stood out there and hadn’t
crawled in his sleeping bag with his dick in his hand. He was amazing.
Shayla tossed back another swallow from her glass, cooling
some of the heat in her body. If only Creed would allow himself to quench some
of his own thirst.
His reasons for holding back were clear—he didn’t want to
become a slave to the pleasures and desires of her time. He wanted to go home.
Believed in his century’s laws and way of life. But why did that mean he had to
suffer in the here and now? Wouldn’t fully experiencing a life without Sustain
make him a better enforcer? He would have been where the rebels were. Felt what
they felt and have decided to return. He’d be proof that it could be done, and
Sustain was his choice.
Yet one question chilled her, kept her rooted to the kitchen
floor. Could her heart survive after their time together ended, and he chose
the life he’d left behind? The one that didn’t include her. She lowered the
glass and breathed in a steadying lungful of air.
Who was she kidding?
Creed would be going home.
He didn’t have a choice.
It was a fact, and she had better get that through her head
and her heart if she wanted to be with him for the next few days. In the
physical sense. More than just the view from her window and the occasional
conversation on her porch.
Decision made, Shayla set her jaw and pushed away from the
counter. She would have to make him understand somehow. Watching him suffer and
wear a trench into the boards on her porch was not going to work. Not for
either of them.
On the other side of the room, she reached out, wrenched the
doorknob, and pulled. Her breath hitched at the sight. Creed stood like a wall
of solid muscle and hard determination on the other side. Both of his large
hands clutched either side of the frame. Sweat beaded his forehead. Her gaze
dropped lower. His pupils nearly filled the entire iris, and a cloud of lust
shadowed what remained of the blue. His nostrils flared right before his lips parted.
“Shayla,” he groaned.
No other words were needed.
She brushed her fingertips along the heated flesh of his
cheeks.
“I’m here for you,” she breathed.
Chapter Five
He was surely dreaming.
That had to be the only explanation. At some point, he must
have passed out from the unrelenting need burning in his veins, and he was
dreaming. There could be no other logical reason for her to be there, offering
herself to him.
Creed had no idea how long he’d stood frozen at her door,
refusing to allow himself to knock or go inside. The raging desire had carried
him to the threshold, but he’d be damned
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