Leaning down, I lay a simple kiss against her lips then pull back and do the same to Elijah’s forehead.
When I take a step back, she grabs onto my shirt. “Thank you for telling me,” she says quietly.
I give her a jerky nod, knowing she’s referring to my dirty past.
“I’ll come by and get you both at seven.”
A soft smile pulls her lips up. I fight the urge to go back for another kiss, and instead force my legs to take me down the steps. I don’t look back as I walk down the driveway to the sidewalk. If I do, I know I won’t leave.
REMI
A WOODSY SCENT SURROUNDS me seconds before something wet and warm slides across the back of my neck. I smile and close my eyes, relishing in the goosebumps that appear on my arms and the tingling sensations that start in my stomach and moves quickly between my legs. My hands come out in front of me, and I place them on the shower wall, afraid my legs will give out any minute. The warm spray of the shower hits my chest, and I lick away the mist from my lips.
“Mmm…” I moan and tilt my head to the side, needing more of the delightful pleasure being bestowed upon me.
Rough hands glide around my waist, up my stomach before cupping my breasts. I shiver when a hard chest meets my back and the long length settles between the cleft of my bottom. It’s both hard and smooth and feels incredibly good.
His hands plump up my breasts and tweak my nipples.
“You like that?” A gruff voice asks, nipping at the skin between my neck and shoulder.
“Yes.” The words leave my lips on a breathy whimper. “Please, give me more.”
“You want more, baby?”
One hand travels down my stomach, and I hold my breath in anticipation. It stops just before the tips of his fingers reach my clit. I get to my tippy toes and spread my legs wider, needing them to go lower.
“Where do you want me?” he whispers against my ear. “Show me. Put my hand where you want it.”
I grip his wrist, desperate for his touch, but embarrassed to be so bold as to put his hand where I want him. I shudder and let out a soft cry when his teeth gently clamp down on my ear. His cock jerks between my ass cheeks, and I press back against him more.
When his hand starts moving back up my stomach, I want to sob and tell him he’s going the wrong way, but I know what he wants. He wants me to want his hands on me bad enough that I’ll lose my inhibitions and put him there myself. I do want him badly. So, so badly.
Tightening my hand around his wrist, it doesn’t take much for me to stop him and push his hand back down. I don’t stop until his fingers slip on either side of my clit and reach the small opening. I dip his fingers inside me, gathering the moisture there, and bring the tips back to where I need him most.
His chuckle is deep and vibrates against my ear. “So wet. Just the way I like you.”
Reaching back with one arm, I lace my fingers through his damp hair.
I moan and jut my hips forward, seeking more pressure from his fingers.
His hand leaves mine, and I let out a whimper. Running one hand up the arm I have hooked around his neck, his fingers slide between mine and pulls it away. He presses it against the wall next to the one that’s already there.
“Keep your hands there.”
Reaching above us, he pushes the shower head to the side then grips my hips and pulls me backward until I’m bent over. The water hits the wall, and I realize he moved it so it wouldn’t hit the back of my head.
One hand runs up and down my sides slowly. I arch my back and tilt my head to the side so I can see him. His head is down, so I can only see the top of his hair. He’s looking at himself as he lines his cock up with my drenched pussy. The tip meets my center and dips inside. I gasp and my inner muscles clench around him. His head jerks up and narrowed blue eyes meet mine. The heat in them mixed with the sexy smirk playing on his lips sends fire to my blood.
“Fuck me, Trouble,” I beg on a whisper….
MY EYES FLICK OPEN, and I blink several times. My body feels both tense and languid. Heat floods my cheeks, and I roll to my side when I realize why.
I dreamed of Trouble. Not just of Trouble, but of him fucking me in the shower, or rather, him getting ready to fuck me in the shower. It felt so real. Feeling the ache between my legs, I amend that thought. It still feels real.
It’s been two weeks since I had Elijah, so my body is nowhere near physically ready for sex, but apparently, my mind and libido haven’t caught onto that fact. It’s crazy to think that I just recently had something the size of a small watermelon come out of me and I’m already fantasizing about sex.
I blow out a breath and try my best to forget about the throbbing in my still healing lady parts. I check on Elijah in his bassinet and find him sleeping. Anxious jitters run through me as I make my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. It’s Saturday, and Elijah and I are due to go to Trouble’s house later for dinner. It’s something I’ve both looked forward to and dreaded.