“Why the secrecy?” Olly added.
I could sense a billion more questions about to head my way, questions I didn’t think I could answer. He wasn’t my boyfriend, but it was more than casual—right?
He knew more about me than anyone.
Than even my sister.
“You know, the shower is finicky,” I said. “Let me go make sure he figured it out.”
“Shay—”
I cut my sister off. “I’ll come back. I’ll answer your questions then.”
The bathroom was thick with steam when I entered. I leaned against the shut door and stared at the horror curtain my sister insisted we use—bloody handprints that showed up only in the shower heat.
I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my joggers. I tugged the curtain back, stepping in behind him.
He jumped, startled, turning to face me. Water poured down his blade-sharp cheekbones and across his plush lips. His whole body glistened, tattoos inky in the water running rivulets down his body. God, I wanted him. I’d never wantedanyonethe way I wanted him.
When I saw him, my entire body disappeared into need.
I became a creature of instinct.
I dropped to my knees. He grabbed my shoulder, stopping me before I could. “Your sister.”
I tilted my head, focusing on his wide eyes. “Are you afraid of my sister?”
He gave me a look. “I have a healthy sense of self-preservation so…yeah.”
I smiled. There was something endearing about that. Graham had hated my sister, but he hadn’t feared her.
I attempted to drop to my knees again and his grip tightened, brow furrowing. “What are you doing?”
“Saying sorry. Will you let me?”
“You don’t need to say sorry, Shay.”
“Iwantto.”
He hesitated a beat, then let me go. I dropped all the way to my knees and took his cock in my hands. Thick. Throbbing. Slippery under the shower. Growing harder in my palms. Up close, I saw a vein threading from the base to the tip.
“I’m going to fit this in my mouth,” I said.
“You’d be the first.”
I shot him a look, a thrill shooting up my spine. Shock. Surprise.
“No one’s ever fit all of me, baby,” he said. He didn’t sound cocky when he spoke, just certain.
Which was all the hotter.
An insane, possessive urge overcame me. I gripped him harder. Slippery under the water. I would be the first. Ihadto be the first. So even when this inevitably ended, he couldn’t forget me.
So then maybe he’d be forced to take a piece of me with him. It was only fair. After all, Calder Throe had lodged himself deep into my marrow.
I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock, keeping my eyes on him.
His head flew back, wet hair falling over eyes still locked on me. The shower pelted water on my shoulders as I swallowed him deeper. He hit the back of my throat too early, and I pulled back, gagging.
