Page 124 of Heimlock

“I never claimed to be perfect.”

She laughs. “That’s for certain.” Kyrielle uncurls herself and reaches for the rest of her meal. When she’s done, I bring our plates to the kitchen.

She’s standing by the couch when I return. “I’m exhausted.”

Exhausted isn’t a strong enough word for what weighs me down physically. “Me too. I need to shower, though. There’s no way I’m crawling into bed like this.”

Kyrielle quirks a smile. “Do you want company?”

“Firefly, when will you understand I’ll always want your company?” I reach out with a hand. She slides her hand into mine, her expression turning shy.

Leading her to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and set it to the temperature I know she likes. While she stands on a bath mat, I grab us two fresh towels. Steam fills the space as I lay them out.

Turning to face her, I drink her in for a moment. Her eyes are puffy from crying, and her hair’s a mess. She gnaws on a lip, watching me for some signal. I’ve seen her naked a few times, but I’ve never been fully naked around her. During our hookup in the restaurant bathroom, my shirt stayed on with my pants around my ankles.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, trying to hide my anxiety.

She takes off her shirt, revealing uncovered breasts with pebbled nipples. Instantly, my breath quickens. Not willing to let her do all the labor, I take mine off.

Inferno-colored eyes trail down my torso, stopping at my trousers. She raises an eyebrow; a silent order.

Undoing my belt, I enjoy the way her throat bobs at the sound. Her eyes never leave my fingers as they unbutton and unzip. Hooking my thumbs into the tops of my trousers and boxer briefs, I slide them down my hips. They fall into a heap at my feet.

Kyrielle keeps staring at my half-hard erection. Bringing my hand parallel to it, I motion for her to look up. “Eyes up here, pretty girl. Your turn.”

She’s naked faster than I can blink. Over the pounding water inside the shower, I can hear her rapid breaths matching mine. Now that we aren’t in circumstances demanding decorum, I allow myself to look my fill. Using my eyes to trace her curves, I take in the various heat signatures of her body. The heat between her thighs increases. Her thumb worries a cuticle as she tries to hide her nervousness.

“You’re exquisite,” I murmur, aching to run my hands over her body, to feel all of that power encased in softness.

She grins. “I want to climb you like a tree.”

I open the shower door, motioning for her to step inside. “Let me wash off first, and then you can be my little squirrel.”

When she walks by, I lean down and give her ass cheek a little smack. Kyrielle squeals, swatting my hand away.

“Is that considered slow, Mr. Gleanscale?”

For a split second, my mind is consumed with the vision of being inside her, thrusting deep and slow. My mouth goes dry as my cock goes rigid.

“I can try again, but slower, if you want.”

She giggles, stepping into the hot spray. My shower is big, but with the two of us, I’m still crowding her space.

I desperately want to crowd it more.

When I close the shower door, she steps aside. “Go on. I showered already, so this is just a bonus.”

We switch spots; she laughs when I groan at the simple pleasure of hot water on skin. Dipping my head back, I close my eyes, soaking my hair.

My eyes flash open with surprise when a hand slides from my navel to my chest. I look down, grinning. “Firefly, were you under the impression that this was to be a sexy shower?”

“What?” she says innocently. “I’m helping you get clean.”

I raise an eyebrow. “With no soap?”

Kyrielle looks around, spotting the bottle. Picking it up, she squirts some into her palm. My cock twitches; what is she about to do?

"Can I touch you?" Carefully watching my reaction, she reaches for my cock.