Desperate Lies (Lies 2)

“I’m in awe of you right now. That’s why I’m equal parts pissed and drawn to you,” Langston tells a truth, surprising the hell out of us both.

“Why? We played the same game. We both did things that we had to in order to make it to the next round,” I say.

He turns my head back to face him. His eyes carry a heaviness as he puts the sponge up to my bottom lip to wash the remnants of blood away.

“No, what I did doesn’t compare to you.”

I clear my throat, unsure of what to say to that. I never thought we’d be in a tub like this together, sharing an intimate moment. Even though I can feel the hardness of his cock against my ass, he hasn’t tried to touch me inappropriately. He hasn’t tried to kiss me, turn me on, or fuck me.

“I need to wash between your legs. I need you to be clean of any place that man touched before we get to the ‘then’ part.”

I suck in air, knowing I’m going to need all of it. While he’s touching me so intimately with the sponge, I won’t be able to breathe.

I realize he’s asking me for permission. This isn’t something he’s willing to take.

I nod.

His hand reaches around my waist with the sponge in his hand, and then he moves it in slow circles between my legs. The soft bristles cause enough friction that little zips of energy flutter in my stomach. Or maybe it’s because of the man sitting behind me, caressing me so carefully.

“He also sucked my nipples,” I say.

He growls low and even as his hand moves up to my breasts, and he rubs the sponge over each. This time harder than he did between my legs.

I bite back a moan. It shouldn’t feel this good. Nothing this man does should feel good.

Without thinking, I grab his wrist when he tries to pull away.

I immediately release him, though, but not before he mutters ‘fuck’ under his breath.

I affect him just like he does me.

Even if we were good, kind, do-gooders, we shouldn’t be together. He’s dynamite, and I’m fire. You can’t combine the two without destroying everything and everyone—ourselves included.

Langston puts the sponge down on the edge of the tub.

First, he wants to wash me.

Then, he wants to…

“Then?” I ask, not sure I can handle his answer.

“Then, we both come.”

14

Langston

I knew sitting in the tub would lower her guard, make her more willing to do the next part we both crave. But I didn’t think it would also lower my own defenses.

I can’t think around Liesel.

All I can do is suck in air by the gallon and hope it’s enough to survive.

Neither of us has spoken since I said the word come.

We can’t.

Our brains are consumed with scolding fire and hurricane winds fighting through our bodies. That’s how badly we both need to come.