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Dominant. Determined.
And ravenous.
God help them both.
CHAPTER NINE
Kelsey watched the change come over Wyatt with a touch of awe, his cool reserve switching to something wicked, predatory—a heavy coat falling away and revealing what lurked beneath. His laser-blue eyes devoured every inch of her naked body, raking over her in a way that made everything in her tighten and ache. And, to her relief, no fear or hesitation welled up in her. All the worries that were present that night preparing for Colby were blessedly absent. Instead, her chilled bones began to warm as he stepped closer.
“Undress me,” he said, his deep voice like a stroke to her skin.
“Yes, sir.” She lifted her hands to find them shaking ever so slightly and carefully worked the buttons on his wet dress shirt. She’d already been shamelessly staring at the ripples and bumps beneath the thin material, but pushing the shirt open and seeing his naked chest had her tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth. Sweet baby Jesus.
As she suspected, he was honed and hard—the exquisite body of an athlete hiding behind the trappings of a businessman’s attire. A dark smattering of chest hair tracked across his pecs and narrowed to a line down his abdomen, disappearing below his belt. She had the urge to lick his damp skin, to taste those flat nipples, and to trace that line downward. But he hadn’t given her permission, and she knew the rules.
She traced her hands down to his belt buckle, slowly dragging the leather through the metal, enjoying the way his cock twitched behind the fabric of his pants. Soon he’d be inside her, laying claim to her. Her sex clenched at the image, her body begging for what she’d so long imagined. What would it be like to be at his mercy? To give in to his will? No longer feeling patient, she unfastened his button and pulled down the zipper, getting onto her knees and pushing his pants and boxer briefs down in one swift motion.
His cock bobbed free, long and thick and so fucking gorgeous that she almost couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and caressing the sure-to-be-silky skin. She knew most women wouldn’t describe a man’s erection as such. But Kelsey couldn’t help but appreciate the pure primitive beauty of Wyatt’s arousal. Every part of him called to her.
“I like the way you’re looking at me, love.”
“May I touch you?” she asked, a little surprised by the breathlessness in her voice. Hell, she sounded like one of her subs, desperate and pleading. But she couldn’t bank her natural reaction to him.
“Yes.”
She rose up on her knees and took him in her hand, the heat of him almost searing her still-cold hands. He tensed a bit, and she winced, releasing him. “I’m sorry. My hands . . .”
He threaded his fingers along the back of her damp hair. “Then don’t use your hands.”
He guided her forward and she closed her eyes, dragging her cheek along the length of him, the smooth warmth sending a ripple of unadulterated desire through her. He loosened his grip on her, giving her free rein. She nuzzled the trimmed hair at the base of his cock, his masculine scent like a jolt of adrenaline to her own arousal, then she dipped down and ran her lips along his sac, earning a deep groan from him.
“Enough, love,” he said, his voice strained. “I promise to give you full access to explore and taste as you please at some point. But right now, I need something other than your pretty mouth.”
Reluctantly, she pulled away and lowered back to the floor to tug off his shoes and socks so she could remove his pants. He took her hand and helped her back to her feet, then tugged her against him. Steam rolled out from the top of the shower, cascading around them as he pressed a kiss to her mouth. The chill from their stint in the rain became more and more of a distant memory as his palms roamed her back and his tongue worked a slow, sensual dance against hers.
Rain pinged against the skylights, and time seemed to slow as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her against him, holding her without breaking away from the kiss. His cock pressed against her belly, and her soft whimper was one of lost desperation.
He pulled back for a moment, his gaze tracing over her face, as if he didn’t quite believe she was here in his bathroom, naked and wrapped around him. She knew the feeling. “Water’s ready.”
And so was she. He set her back on her feet and pulled open the shower door. Jets were blasting from more than one spot, and the main showerhead was directly over top—raining down like the storm outside. He guided her in, the water blissfully warm against her, and laid a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t get started without me.”
“Ha. I don’t know.” She turned into the water. “These showerheads look like they could be mighty effective. And you did make me wait all week . . .”
He grinned and smacked her ass with a sharp but playful blow that sent water droplets flying. “I assure you your patience will be well rewarded.”
He slipped out of the bathroom for a few seconds, and she tilted her head back, enjoying the spray and steam, relishing the fact that she felt so comfortable here with him. All week she had built up tonight, worrying that things would be awkward or practiced or formal. Worried that their worlds were too different to ever come together on the same plane. Worried that all she’d endured last year would come rushing back once he slipped into the dominant role. But the minute he’d put his hands on her, all those anxieties had evaporated into a haze of Oh, yes. This.
Cool palms slid along her waist, startling her for a second. She opened her eyes and leaned back into Wyatt. “Everything okay?”
He kissed along her shoulder, working his way toward her neck as his hand reached out and adjusted the cascade of water to a more manageable level. “It’s better now that I’m in here with you. Just wanted to make sure we had everything we need.”
She glanced at the shelf of shampoo and soap and noticed that he’d added a foil packet and a bottle of lubricant. “How very thoughtful, Mr. Austin.”
“Mmm.” He grabbed the soap, sudsing his hands, then moved his palms along her ribcage in slow, methodical circles. His cock pressed against her back, a hot promise. “Is it wrong that I love hearing you call me that when we’re like this?”
She tipped her head back against his shoulder as his hands made their way up to the bottom curves of her breasts. He dragged the slippery suds up and over her nipples, massaging and gently pinching. She groaned as a fresh wave of heat flooded her sex. “Wrong? No. Dirty? Maybe.”
