He reached for the hem of his own jumper and yanked it over his head in one fluid motion, water splashing across the floor. Merry’s mouth went dry. His chest was broad and cut, skin slick from the rain, abs tight and defined, the kind of body sculpted by effort and, right now, it was all hers.
Christian saw the way her eyes devoured him, the way her thighs pressed together, and a slow, wicked grin curled at the corner of his mouth.
He undid the button on his jeans with one slow flick. The rasp of the zipper followed, impossibly loud in the quiet room. He pushed them down his hips, the soaked denim dragging over hard muscle, revealing the thick outline of him beneath black boxers.
Within seconds he was completely naked and unapologetically hard. His cock stood thick and flushed, curved up towards his stomach, already leaking at the tip. He was big. And there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t look ready to ruin her in the best possible way.
She swallowed hard, heat surging through her, her thighs instinctively pressing tighter as she throbbed with want. Christian caught the movement and his grin turned feral.
Still watching her, he wrapped a hand around his cock, fingers tightening at the base as he gave himself one slow, possessive tug. Every nerve in her body locked on to that one motion and she reached for him without thinking, desperate to touch him.
But he stepped just out of reach.
“Not yet.”
Her hand froze mid-air, trembling.
“I told you, I’m unwrapping this slowly.”
He sank to his knees in front of her, hands sliding up the outsides of her thighs, thumbs hooking just under the waistband of her tights. The fabric clung to her, damp and tight, but he took his time. Inch by inch, he eased them down her legs, dragging them over her hips, her thighs, grazing every new inch of bare skin with his thumbs as he went.
She gripped the edge of the dresser behind her, legs wobbling. When he got to her knees, he leaned in, hot breath ghosting over the inside of her thighs. Merry whimpered, her hips twitching forward, but Christian didn’t rush.
He kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, then lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the line of her leg as he peeled the tights further, past her knees, down her calves. By the time he reached her ankles and slipped the damp fabric off completely, she was shaking.
Then he rose and caught her mouth in a kiss that was nothing like the last. This one was hungry. His tongue swept into her mouth like he meant to devour her. His hands locked around her hips, holding her still as she melted against him, her bare chest pressing to his, nipples grazing his skin with every breath.
The friction was maddening. She arched into him, chasing more, her body aching for his hands, his mouth, anything he’d give her.
He trailed his fingers between their bodies and found the lace edges of her panties. He tugged at them gently, stroking across the fabric with maddening lightness. His fingers found her centre through the soaked cotton, pressing gently, and she heard him breathe out a low chuckle.
He took a step back, eyes locked on hers. “You good?” he asked, breathily. “Tell me now, Merry. You want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Something dark and hungry flickered behind his eyes. “Good,” he growled. “Because I’m done unwrapping, now it’s time to play.”
He leaned in and kissed her throat, trailing his mouth down until his lips brushed the top of her breast. Merry shuddered as his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking it deep, tongue circling slowly before giving it a light, deliberate bite.She cried out, the sharpness lighting her nerves on fire.
Before she could recover, he moved to the other — his free hand still cupping her pussy through the wet cotton, keeping her right on the edge while his mouth wrecked her above. He sucked and grazed her with his teeth again, enough to make her hips buck forward into his hand.
“Patience, Merry,” he groaned, giving her a light slap on the ass.
The sharp contact made her gasp and sent a fresh, helpless pulse of desire through her. She felt it, hot and slick, between her thighs.
“Fuck your patience,” she whispered into his mouth. “Who turned you into a goddam sadist?”
Before she could draw another breath, he dropped his gaze and, with one sharp tug, ripped her panties clean off. The soaked fabric tore in his fist, and he flung them aside. She barely had time to react before his hand was back between her legs, sliding through her folds with a wet sound that made them both groan.
“Fuck, Merry,” he gasped, voice hoarse. “You’re soaked.”
And then he plunged two fingers inside her, deep and hard, just as his thumb found her clit. Her head fell back, a cry bursting from her lips as her body clamped around him, already fluttering with the pleasure she’d been holding in. Her kneesbuckled, but he caught her, one arm bracing around her back, holding her up like she weighed nothing.
“Stay with me,” he murmured, kissing her jaw and her throat, even as his fingers rocked into her.
She gasped his name, his fingers buried deep, each thrust angled just right, sending sparks up her spine. He curled them, hitting that spot over and over while his thumb kept up its relentless rhythm on her clit. It was more pleasure than Merry had ever felt before.
“God, Merry,” he growled against her throat. “You feel incredible.”
