Chapter 17: Part 6 - Getting a Little Hot in Here
= Sarah POV =
"Arms up," Chris commanded softly, her voice low but firm. I obeyed without thinking, lifting my trembling arms as she slipped the padded singlet over my head and down my chest. The fabric hugged me tightly, pushing the swell of my breasts upward. I flushed, trying—and failing—to smooth them down.
Chris's gaze lingered, her eyes darkening for just a moment before she cleared her throat. "It's okay; just bear with the discomfort until we get you home and in bed." Her voice was gentler now, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her words.
She grabbed the oversized T-shirt next, pulling it down over my head and letting it fall loosely over the clingy singlet. The fabric brushed against my sensitive skin, but it did nothing to cool the fever simmering beneath the surface. I sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers skimmed my bare thighs while she adjusted the hem, and a shiver raced down my spine.
"I can do this myself—stop," I gasped, swaying slightly. My voice sounded thin, breathless, but the heat of her hands lingered, igniting every nerve ending as though she'd branded me with her touch.
Chris arched an eyebrow but didn't move away. "Well, stand up then. You've still got these pants to put on." She grabbed the sweatpants and held them out, her lips quirking in an almost-smirk.
I slid off the bed, my legs weak beneath me as I stood up. But as I stepped forward to get the pants from you, I froze. Between my thighs, slickness clung to my skin, a mortifying reminder of just how badly I'd wanted her. My face flamed as I crossed my legs, hoping she wouldn't notice.
Chris's low chuckle told me she already had. "Do you think I didn't see how wet you are?" Her voice was teasing, but the rasp in it sent another wave of heat coursing through me. "I was literally between those thighs of yours." She shook her head, sighing as though she were exasperated, but her dark eyes told another story.
I reached out for the pants, desperate to finish dressing before I completely fell apart under her gaze, but Chris stopped me. To my surprise, she knelt before me, rolling up one pant leg and guiding my foot through it. Her hands brushed my calves, her touch steady and deliberate as she repeated the motion with the other leg.
"Chris..." My voice wavered as she gradually stood, pulling the pants up my thighs in slow, deliberate movements. Her fingers skimmed my hips as she adjusted the waistband, sending sparks of pleasure through my overheated body. I bit back a moan, slapping a hand over my mouth before it could escape.
Chris's eyes flicked up to mine, her expression unreadable for a moment—then she grinned. "Why are you holding back? You weren't earlier." Her words were like a spark to dry tinder, reigniting the tension between us.
Before I could reply, she tugged me closer, her strong hands firm against my waist as she brought her lips down on mine. The kiss was slower this time, less demanding but no less possessive. Her tongue teased mine, coaxing, claiming, and I melted against her, too feverish and too far gone to resist.
But even as the fire roared back to life, I felt the dizziness returning. My knees buckled slightly, and Chris steadied me immediately, her kiss breaking as she pulled back to study my flushed face.
"You're burning up," she murmured, her voice laced with concern. "We need to get you home—now."
The shift was abrupt, but her tone left no room for argument. She eased me back onto the bed and quickly gathered the rest of our things, her movements sure and focused. And despite my lingering embarrassment and frustration, I couldn't help but feel safe—protected—as Chris took control once again.