“Yes, kitten.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
Thank god he didn’t ask if I was sure. I wanted this, wanted him.
He shifted and pressed his mouth against my neck, then nibbled his way up to my cheek and across to my lips.
I was ready and waiting when our mouths finally slotted together, sealing in a kiss that was painfully sweet while still being absolutely filthy.
I moaned against his lips, grabbing at his back, sides, chest, every part of him I could reach.
Ash kept his hands on my back, hugging me tight as he devoured my mouth.
I wanted him to touch my ass, but thankfully, he didn’t. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood by freaking out on him.
We kissed for what felt like forever, our fevered pace slowing until it was languid and lazy.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered when he finally pulled away, still holding me tight. “I think you shut down my higher brain function.”
“It’s still working if you can sayhigher brain function.” He let out a huff of laughter. “Come on. We should get in before the water goes cold.”
“Good plan.”
We untangled ourselves and climbed into the tub.
Neither of us had bothered to get a shower curtain, and there was something extra hedonistic about sharing the shower with Ash when we had no barrier between us and the rest of the bathroom.
I’d gotten used to seeing myself in the mirror when I washed, but being able to see Ash too, watching the soapy water sluicing down his skin in both HD and from afar, was amazing.
Did I have a voyeuristic side?
The thought of being watched got me hot, as did the idea of watching others.
Yep. And an exhibitionist side too.
Well, shit. I was discovering all sorts of stuff about myself by being with Ash.
I was one kinky bastard.
Ash handed me his body wash, and I squirted some into my hand, ignoring the thrill that went through me at the thought that I’d get to smell like him for the rest of the night.
When we were both clean, Ash turned off the water, grabbed one of the towels off the bar, and wrapped it around my waist, then used the other one on himself.
We dried off, and Ash hung up our towels as I gathered our dirty clothes.
“Meet you in my room?” He picked up his shower kit and put his hand on the doorknob but didn’t twist it.
I nodded and braced myself as he pulled the door open.
The apartment was a lot colder than the bathroom, and we bolted out of the tiny space, laughing as we ran to our rooms.
I tossed our dirty clothes into my hamper, then tugged on my pajamas. I made sure to plug my phone in but left it next to my bed. No need to have both phones in Ash’s room.
Ash was waiting for me in his bed, a smile on his face as he lounged under the sheets, one hand behind his head and his legs spread.
I closed the door behind me, then kind of hovered there as a wave of shyness hit out of nowhere.
“C’mere, Jules.”