Chapter Fourteen
Naz
“You made this mess.” Takira laughs up at me from the step below. “You have to clean it.”
I still haven’t caught my breath. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve even breathed since she dropped to her knees and told me she gives great head.
For the record, she does.
My brain must still be on the floor because I’m not even processing the words she’s saying. I fucked her mouth hard. I lost control. Cupping her face, with my thumb I trace her lips, swollen and still shiny from my release.
“Come on.” She turns her head to kiss my palm and stands. “I’m sticky.”
She continues down the steps, re-tying her bikini top as she goes. “Shower?” she asks, smiling at me over her shoulder.
“Uh…” I’m still planted on the steps, scraping shreds of my soul off the walls. “Yeah. Sure.”
She punches in the code to her cabin, and I follow behind her. Stripping out of her bikini, not even sparing me a glance, she tosses it into a hamper at the bathroom door. She’s completely free and unselfconscious. I’ve never been with a woman like her.
“You coming?” she asks, disappearing into the bathroom.
I shake myself and move on legs that still feel wobbly. That woman sucked the life out of me, but also awoke some of the darkest urges I didn’t even know lurked under the surface.
I want to come on your face?
Where did that come from? She probably thinks I’m…
No, she doesn’t. Takira is the most uninhibited, non-judgmental person I’ve ever met. I’m someone who likes to strategize and calculate every move, but with her, I’m different. I should have known when I stepped out of character and asked Lo to invite her that Takira would affect me this way. That because of her, I would surprise myself.
And yet I’m still reeling and unprepared.
When I enter the bathroom, she’s naked and testing the water with her fingers. She’s tall and thick, rounded and juicy. Her ass and breasts jiggle when she moves. Even the tiny striations at her hips turn me on because they’re on her. There’s something about a woman who’s so comfortable in her skin with what some would consider flaws. It’s powerful.
She steps into the shower, and I strip off my trunks to follow. When she reaches for her sponge, I take it from her fingers.
“I’ll wash you.”
Even though she teased that I would have to clean up the mess I made, I can tell by the surprise on her face she didn’t think I intended to. After a brief hesitation, she nods. I turn her into the steam of water, watching all evidence that I came all over her in the stairwell wash away. Her breasts are round and proud, and as I stare, her nipples swell.
“More washing.” She laughs. “Less gawking.”
I angle a smile at her and squeeze soap onto the sponge, working a lather into her taut brown skin. Her breath hitches when I wash her breasts, taking my time to lift their weight and clean the soft undersides, then I linger on her nipples, bend to take them, wet and turgid, into my mouth. I go down on my knees and drag the sponge over her legs, behind her knees. I wash her feet, paying special attention to the graceful arch. Her toes twitch.
“Ticklish?” I chuckle.
“Something like that.” She runs a hand over my hair and looks down at me, affection softening the bold lines of her face. “That night at my house, on the roof, I thought you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. I knew you’d grow up to be a beautiful man, Naz, but I had no idea.”
Hearing her refer to our past, however brief it was, does something to me. My chest tightens, and I swallow deeply. We only had one night, but it’s one I’ve never forgotten. She is the one I’ve never forgotten.
“I feel cheated,” I admit, gently pushing her to the bench in the shower.
“Why?”
“What if we could have had this all along? What if we’d gotten to see then where this could go?”
“It’s the past,” she says, caressing the nape of my neck.
I push her legs open and sit back on my heels, studying her pretty pussy. No one will take this—her—away from me again. My will hardens, and I grit my teeth.