Let My Hands Do the Talking (Completed)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

When Liana woke up, once again she was in a room she didn't recognize.

The bed sheets that she is under is a warm yellow color with flowers on it. There is also flowers on the wall. The curtains are dark brown preventing the sun rays from beaming in.

She sat up slowly, feeling a slow ache zip up her body. Her chest cream is on the beside dresser next to her. Thank heavens!

Her lungs are burning. She rubbed the cool creme across her chest. That immediately caused her to breath less stressfully.

She is still in the clothes she wore yesterday. She hates sleeping in jeans. No wonder she didn't sleep comfortably.

She feels so icky. She didn't get the chance to bathe after her and Dylan messed around in the elevator. There's dirt on her pants and other stains. She definitely needs a shower.

The room is lovely. It feels like the perfect home and scenery of nature mixed into one. This is her dream room. This is the exact way she would have decorated it. Her old room in her apartment resembled this one.

She got up and made the bed up.

She padded softly out of the room. It's so quiet. She finds herself in the living room. The furniture is beautiful and seems unused.

She sees some stairs. It's dark up there but doesn't look scary so she goes up.

There are three bedroom up here. One looks like it has never been used. There's a bed with no sheets on it. Everything is white and the are no curtains in here.

The next room door is closed. On it is a picture of Devin smiling while wearing his swim trunks holding up two gold medals. He's smiling so big.

This must be Dylan's house. She should have known that, where else could she have been. That's why she feels safe and sound like this is where she belongs.

The last room is open and there he is. Dylan is sprawled out on his back with all of the covers kicked off of him.

He must be having the best dream ever. His member standing straight up at attention.

His face is relaxed. His dark hair is all over the place. He's only wearing a pair of boxers and socks.

She still can't believe they did what they did yesterday in the elevator. Her body shivers just from the memory of it.

She made all of the noise and did all of the verbal talking. How he communicated back to her was more erotic. His hands did all of the talking. He didn't have to say anything for his words to be heard.

His long fingers dances across her skin and sparked a fire in places that she didn't know could be sparked like that.

The drought is finally over. She got a lot of rain last night.

If she could lose herself like that and it was only a lot of kissing and touching, she can only imagine how it would be if they go all the way. She doesn't know if her body can take all of that immense pleasure.

She retreats from his room. She doesn't want to interrupt his sleeping. He needs his rest. He might have swim practice later.

Hold on, wait a minute. Swim?

Oh no! She's supposed to be at work today. She runs around as fast as she her chest will allow her searching for her bag. She finds it in the living room.

She pulls her phone out of it. She has a hundred missed calls from Chelsea. Literally. And even more messages.

All of them are mostly from Chels asking her if she is all right.