“Am not.”
“You are.”
I exhale through my nose, annoyed at him and my body. The fact that my side screams every time I breathe too deep. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s the blood loss and adrenaline wearing off,” he says as if I’m being difficult.
He kneels down, looking up at me. I could get used to seeing Jace Ravencourt on his knees for me. His icy blue eyes pierce into mine. I dip my chin once.
He lifts his hands up to my pants, pulling the zipper down, the sound filling the bathroom. He works them down my legs, I rest my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I pull each foot out.
He stands up slowly, his chest rises and falls with each breath. He turns on the shower, and the sound softens the tension. I give Jace my back and his fingers slide under my sports bra, working it off. His belt clinks as he undoes it, then the rustle of his pants being undone and falling to the floor.
I close my eyes, thumb my undies and slide them off with a grunt.
“You could’ve just waited for me,” Jace says.
“I can do this,” I say.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t.” His gaze stays on my face as I turn around.
I walk past him and step into the shower, letting the water hit the side the bandage isn’t on.
Jace follows, the glass door shutting behind him. He stands in front of the spray.
I scoff.
“Well, excuse you.” I make a face.
“You’re supposed to be careful.” He frowns.
“I was.” A shiver runs through my body.
He reaches over, grabbing my loofah, and squeezes soap onto it. The scent of raspberry vanilla swirls with steam, mixing into the air. He moves slowly over my body, each touch a gentle caress as he cleans my skin. I close my eyes, my body relaxes under his touch. The loofah drags along my shoulder, down my arm. His knuckles brush my skin.
My breath hitches.
He moves, removing the shower head, switching to a gentle setting,letting the water run over my skin, watching as the suds wash down the drain.
I turn, and he works shampoo into my hair. The scalp massage feels heavenly. I close my eyes as I let him take care of me. Washing the suds out.
His hard cock brushes against me and I reach out instinctively to grab it.
He lets out a soft groan, “Iz?—”
“It’s my turn to take care of you.” I push his back against the shower wall. He hisses at the contact.
“But your stitches.” He grunts as I continue moving my hand up and down his shaft. The skin soft but firm in my hand.
“Doesn’t affect my mouth,” I reply, my voice is husky.
I lower to my knees, wary of my side. I place one hand on his thigh before sliding him into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the smooth velvet head and his hand finds my head before I suck hard. The sound he makes is obscene. My hand travels down in between my legs to rub my clit.
“Yes, fuck.” He groans, looking down. I keep my eyes on his as he watches me finger myself while sucking his cock.
The heat in his eyes has pleasure tingling through my body. There’s something about the way he watches me, it has me soaking. He holds me still pushing himself off the wall and he thrusts himself in and out my mouth.
“Fuck yourself while I fuck this mouth.” He groans and I obey, moaning around him.
