Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(104)
“I tripped and skinned it,” I said, gently lifting up the hemline of my dress to get a better look.
He frowned and turned toward the security guard behind us. “I bet they have first aid kits around here.”
I shook my head; that’s not what I wanted.
“Take me back to your condo and I can clean it up there.”
His hand tightened on my bicep. “Brie…”
I squeezed my eyes closed and inhaled the sound of my name on his lips. Brie. I’d never get tired of the sound. I swayed with the weight of it and when I finally forced myself to meet his eyes again, they were narrowed and focused on me. My knees nearly buckled.
“Please,” I asked, feeling the word skim across my lips. “It hurts.”
He knew I wasn’t talking about the cut, and he didn’t wait for me to ask again. He kept hold of my bicep and led me out of the stadium, out toward one of the waiting cabs. In a few hours, the place would empty out all at once and the streets would turn into a giant party. For the time being, the sidewalks were quiet and the cabs were lined up, ready and waiting for the madness.
Erik guided me into the back seat of a cab and pulled me close to his side as we made the short drive back to his condo. I knew he’d been staying near me, but as they pulled up to a complex just three blocks down from ours, I sighed. He’d been so close the entire time. I could have walked to him any time I wanted.
There were things we needed to say to one another, but every time I opened my mouth to start, the words evaporated from my tongue. Erik could sense my unease, and even as he led me to the fourth floor and pushed open the door to the studio where he’d stayed for the last few weeks, he didn’t let go of me.
He pulled me into the bathroom and propped me up on the counter. I watched him move around the small space, so smooth and confident. There was a small first aid kit stuffed below the sink; he unzipped it and laid out the contents on the counter beside me.
He looked back to me and I blushed, realizing I’d been following his every move for the last few minutes. For the last few weeks, really.
“Let me see your knee,” he said, coming to stand in front of me.
The closing ceremonies dress, while modest, had ridden up once I took a seat on the counter. The pleated skirt fanned out around my hips, exposing most of my thighs, and Erik took full advantage as he stepped closer to inspect my knee. He cupped the back of my leg, propping it higher so he wouldn’t have to bend so far to see the cut. The act pushed my skirt a little higher and I moved to brush it back down, to cover the bottom of my panties, but Erik reached out and caught my hand before I could.
I blushed from head to toe, but he made no mention of what he’d done as he leaned out to wet a washcloth and dabbed away the dried blood on my knee. The cut was large but shallow, like the little scrapes you get as a child. Erik patted away the blood gently and then opened a small tube of Neosporin.
“Let me help,” I whispered, trying to take it from him.
I didn’t want him to fuss over my knee; I wanted him to press his lips to mine, to grip my neck in his hands, to whisper against the shell of my ear. It’d been too long since I’d come undone beneath him and my knee could wait. The pain was nothing compared to the heavy lust building inside me.
Erik’s hand tightened on the back of my thigh, holding my knee steady. My stomach quivered with the realization that he was only a few inches away from the center of my thighs. I could have leaned back and hiked both of my feet up onto the counter. My panties would do nothing to keep him from me.
“You’re not thinking of your knee are you?” he asked, glancing between my eyes and my lips.
They parted on another inhale and he narrowed his eyes, as if convincing himself of something.
Instead of answering, I let a fleeting moment of boldness take hold of me. I gripped the edge of my skirt and brushed it higher until it was bunched at my waist. I slid my thighs apart on the bathroom counter, knocking the contents of the first aid kit to the ground in the process. They clattered against the tile as I reached down to hook my fingers around my panties so I could drag them down my legs.
Erik pressed forward before I could get them down more than an inch. He gripped my wrists in his hands and yanked them away from my thighs so he could pin them above my head. With one hand, he pressed them against the cold glass of the bathroom mirror as his mouth crashed against mine. I leaned into him hungrily, letting him devour me as our tongues reunited. My moans were lost in his mouth as he tilted his head and took the kiss deeper, his smooth lips brushing against mine.
With his free hand, he widened my legs and pulled my hips to the edge of the counter so he could bring himself flush against me. His mouth was still on mine, kissing me with building intensity as his hardness brushed me. A million tiny fireworks fizzed through my body as he continued rolling his hips. In a matter of seconds, he’d unraveled me at the seams.
I needed our clothes gone so I could feel him, but he didn’t give in to my demands. He tortured me like that, keeping us apart as desire grew heavy inside me.
My fingers dug into the back of his hand as he held me against the glass; with his mouth on mine, it was the only way I could fight him, convince him to let me have what I needed. His hand on my thigh dug in deeper, nearly breaking my skin. I fought against him, rolling my hips to meet his, trying to overwhelm him into giving in, for both our sakes.
He groaned, though it sounded nearly like a growl, and tore away from me, taking his mouth and hips away until I had nothing left to anchor myself to the sink. I was falling forward, like a flower bending toward the sun, but he was so quick, bending low to his knees and holding me in place with his hands on my thighs.