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“Did I wake you?” His voice was rough as his eyes moved hungrily up and down my body, lingering on my bare legs.
“No. How exactly did I end up in your bed? And without pants?”
His smile was predatory and he turned to me fully, my breath catching at the sight of his long, thick erection.
“Carried you, angel,” he said, snapping my eyes back to his smirking face. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, the pants had to go.” He reached for a bar of soap sitting in a carved-out niche in the tile and started to run it over his body. Bubbles formed, the suds slipping down each ridge and dip of naked muscle. I wanted to do the same with my tongue. My perusal caught his bandage and concern momentarily overrode my arousal.
“Should you be getting that wet?”
“It’s not my first rodeo. Got it covered,” he gestured to his abdomen and I noticed the shine of plastic wrapping around his lower torso.
“Hmm,” I hummed, now mollified that he wasn’t doing something that could cause his injury to get worse. I returned to enjoying the show that he was putting on, becoming restless when his actions turned slow and sensual. He lathered his hands before replacing the bar of soap and lowered them to his erect cock, gliding them in a firm stroke.
Heat bloomed in my core as I watched. I whimpered, wishing he was filling me instead of the tunnel made with his fists.
“Really wanna fuck you, Mia. Get in here,” he punctuated his words with another rough stroke and my fingers drifted to the edge of my shirt almost unconsciously.
Then my brain kicked in and reminded me that shower sex, even though it would be incredibly hot, probably wasn’t the best idea for someone who’d been stabbed just hours earlier. My fingers dropped the fabric and Adam’s brows drew down in disappointment.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, you could get hurt,” I crossed my arms and backed up a step, prepared to run in case he tried to grab me and drag me into the shower with him. It wouldn’t take much convincing from him to change my mind. Since taking my virginity, Adam had very quickly shown me how much pleasure I’d been missing out on. Although I had a feeling that had more to do with him being the one pleasuring me.
His frown disappeared suddenly and I grew suspicious of the mischievous look that replaced it. Adam leaned forward, one forearm bracing against the glass while his free hand gripped his cock and his strokes picked up speed.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I shivered at the sight of him pleasuring himself. Regret filling every inch of me at my earlier declaration.
“If you think you can walk in here, looking sexy as fuck with those tiny ass panties and all that hair tousled from sleeping in my bed,” he paused on a grunt, his hips rocking forward into his grip. “And that I’m not going to jerk myself off to the sight, then you must have lost your mind.”
Tendons bulged in his forearm when he twisted his wrist, his strokes becoming faster. It was so incredibly sexy, I clenched my thighs together so I didn’t shove my own hand into my panties to join in, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by Adam. A wolfish grin appeared, even white teeth flashing and those damn golden eyes boring into me. He looked like a beast, and damn it all if I hadn’t been jealous of Belle my whole life.
“I think you like to watch, Mia. Is my little angel a voyeur? All those nights that I watched you, were you wishing you could watch me, too?” I swallowed hard at the implication, wondering if he could somehow see inside my brain and know all the depraved thoughts I’d had, knowing he was just outside my bedroom window.
“It can be our little secret, won’t tell a soul.” He suddenly stopped and his cock slapped against his lower abs while he made the sign of an x over his heart. “In fact, this is something I think I’m uniquely equipped to help you with. Do you want to play with me, angel?”
My tongue flicked out to lick my suddenly dry lips and my head nodded eagerly. Whatever Adam had in mind I wanted, anything to quell this burning heat inside of me.
“Good. Take off your bra, but leave the shirt.” He hadn’t resumed his masturbation and every second that passed was a torture of its own. I hurried to do as he asked, almost tearing the garment as I ripped it out of the sleeve of my shirt and flung it to the ground.
“Impressive,” his brows rose and I was rewarded for my efforts when he once again gripped himself. His hand didn’t move and now I was the one growling in frustration. His laugh was low, “Touch yourself, Mia.” My hand moved to my waistband, eager to comply. “No,” my eyes snapped back to his and my hand stilled. “Not inside, not yet, stroke your little pussy over your panties, describe it to me. Is the fabric wet?”
My mind balked at the demand but my fingers stroked over the simple cotton covering me, stilling when they encountered dampness. I bit my lip and watched him watching me, my index finger pushing forward just enough to tease.
“Yes, it’s wet,” his strokes began again. “Keep it there. Slide your other hand under your shirt. Tease your nipples like I do, the way you like.”
My hand slid under my shirt and over my quivering stomach to palm my left breast, my nipple was hard, aching. I moaned deeply when I pinched the bud between two fingers just like Adam did. My fingers of my other hand pushed harder against my panties.
“Fuck, yes, Mia. You’re a horny little thing, you know that? How did I get so lucky to have a perfect, cock hungry little angel touching herself in my bathroom?”
More moans escaped at his filthy words. “Adam, please!” I snapped. He wasn’t wrong, Iwashorny and though I loved the game we were playing, I wanted relief.
“I know, I know it hurts. It hurts me, too. Lose the clothes, if I can’t feel you coming then I don’t want to miss a single moment of seeing it.”
My hands shook while I tore off my shirt and I stumbled, almost falling when I slid my panties down my legs. Not exactly the sensual strip tease I’d imagined. When I nervously looked at him, he didn’t seem bothered. In fact, he looked absolutely feral. The arm that had been braced against the glass had moved and his fingers were now curled against it like claws.
“No more teasing. Slide your fingers inside, let me see how wet you are.”
My palm brushed my clit as I sank two fingers into my core before pulling them out again. Gage groaned, licking his lips and I knew had we not been separated by the glass he would have slipped the digits between his lips to get a taste.
“Show me,” he growled. I knew what he wanted and I leaned against the wall for balance. Then, I used my left hand to spread myself, my right hovering over my clit and waiting for his instructions.
