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The bathroom door suddenly crashes open. “So, I was thinking—” Kael freezes in the doorway. “Oh, shit. Fuck.”
He doesn’t seem to know where to look.
“Kael!” I shout, bolting upright. Big mistake. Because now he knows exactly where to look, and as it is, he just copped an eye full of my very wet, very soapy, very bare breasts.
I grab a towel from the rail beside me, trying to cover myself, but the towel instantly grows heavy, soaking up the water, becoming decidedly sheer.
“Kael, get out!”
“You… you said you were freshening up,” he stammers as if his eyes aren’t the only thing he’s lost control of. It turns out he’s also lost the ability to speak fluently. “Since when does freshen up mean take a bath? I thought you were just, I dunno… washing your face or taking a shit, or something.”
Okay, so he might have me there. I didn’t exactly make myself clear. But, still.Taking a shit, really?Who the hell barrels into a bathroom without so much as knocking first?
“Kael, close the door!”
I attempt to cover myself as best I can while trying to maintain some shred of decency, but the damn towel isn’t working at all so I cross my arms over my chest, huddling in on myself.
I give Kael a look that says I want him gone, but he doesn’t move. He’s standing motionless in the doorway, gazing back at me, and I swear I just noticed his pupils dilate to twice their normal size from all the way across the room.
Dark eyes roam my face, my eyes, my lips, regarding me intently before they gradually slide back down my throat, hanging on my chest for entirely too long, and even beneath the soaked towel and my folded arms, my traitorous nipples instantly stiffen into tight peaks under his heavy gaze.
He notices. Of course, he notices.
“Shut the door, Kael,” I grumble.
“Ah, yeah… sure thing, Jonesy.” He speaks in an absent-minded tone. And then he does as I ask, technically, but instead of stepping back out into the hallway again and closing the door behind him, he steps farther into the bathroom, and kicks the door closed with his foot.
“I meant with you on the other side.”
His entire demeanor has changed in a matter of seconds, and he’s no longer looking at me like he doesn’t know what to do with me. Now he’s looking at me like a man who very much knows what he wants to do with me.
I should be afraid of the look in his eyes right now. So dark. So wanton. I should run for the hills. Literally. But I can’t take my eyes off him as he walks slowly across the bathroom and squats down beside the tub, his fingers gripping the thick tiled edge.
“The towel,” he says softly. “Lose it.”
My pussy quivers in response to his command, so heavy-handed, so possessive. I’m so lost in the way he’s gazing at me with burning eyes, his pupils dilated and dreamy, that I don’t know who moves the towel away from my body, me or him. Not important. But now it’s gone, and I’m completely exposed.
“Fucking magnificent,” he murmurs a small moan, almost to himself, but it’s impossible not to hear with how close he is. A deep-rooted growl escapes his throat, and I swear it’s my new favorite sound. “Been wanting my hands on these for a while now.”
“Is that so?”
Pushing a stand of damp hair from my neck, he leans in and kisses the spot where my hair was just seconds ago, an open-mouthed, hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
His other hand moves to cup the underside of my breast, and it’s possible I currently have the hardest, happiest nipple in all the world when he squeezes it gently, rolling it around between his thumb and forefinger, and he keeps doing this until my thighs tingle and I arch my back, pushing more of my body into his wide palm.
“That feels so good,” I moan, desperate for more.
“You’re perfect.” He sighs against my skin. “We’ll start nice and slow.” He brings his mouth to mine, and I loop my hand around the back of his neck, bringing him in closer. Once, twice, he grazes his lips over mine, and as my tongue sweeps across his tongue, I’m rewarded with another soft groan.
I’m so turned on right now it feels like an outer body experience. Kael has the ability to work me up more than anyone else ever has. And don’t even get me started on how wet I am. Embarrassingly so. And it has nothing to do with the water in the bathtub. Euphoria has taken over me like a drug, and my entire body is suddenly alive, buzzing with anticipation of what’s coming next, and my pussy is currently a wet, tingly, heightened mess.
Kael breaks the kiss briefly as he cups my other breast in his hand, and this time it’s like he’s worshipping me instead of just feeling me up. He smiles gently as he holds the heavy underside, and then he leans down and takes my entire nipple into his mouth.Oh, yes. Please, more of that.
He does it again, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, and I cry out with how much pleasure it brings me. I don’t care if this is crazy. I don’t care if this is wrong. I don’t care about anything else at this very moment, besides falling into this beautiful, damaged, broken man. Losing myself in him. Losing and finding myself in him.
“Lie back. I want to look at you. I want to touch you,” he breathes roughly. “All of you.”
Holy shit.This is really happening.
