What’s stopping you?the devil in my head purred.
What indeed?
Taking my time, I moved to her shoulder and then to her chest. I licked a drop of water from her nipple, and her entire body shuddered, nails digging firmer into my back. I swirled my tongue over the nub, teasing and grazing it with my teeth, a fine line between bliss and pain.
She moaned, her hips rubbing against my leg nestled between hers.
I clamped my teeth against her nipple, sucking and still stroking with my tongue. Moving my mouth from one breast to the other, I lavished the nipple just as lovingly.
After I had my fill, I shifted to the flat of her stomach, going lower and lower still. Her fingers fisted in my wet hair, and as the water drizzled down her body, I ran my tongue over the center of her womanhood.
She swayed. “Fuck.” The word came out as a whisper that could have been a curse or a prayer.
I brought my hands to her hips, a steady anchor because we were just getting started. My tongue moved faster, deeper, flicking over her clit. She was close to the edge, her muscles tightening.
Eyes screwed shut, her head fell back against the wet tile wall. “Micah,” she panted.
My heart skipped, every cell in my body wide awake and pulsing. “Say it again.”
“Micah, I can’t,” she whimpered.
I was almost blind with need, my mind full and scrambled with Mads. “Don’t ask me to stop.”
The fingers in my hair gripped harder. “I was most definitely not asking you to stop. I might kill you if you did.”
“Just hold on to me.” Her knees quivered, along with another part of her. “I want to feel you come on my mouth,” I moaned against her.
She came undone seconds later, the center of her body trembling as she rode the orgasm until the last flutter.
The water drizzling over my back had cooled yet remained warm. I stood, shaking my wet hair off my face as I smoothed it back with my fingers, but before I could catch my breath, Mads’s fingers wrapped around me.
“My turn,” she purred, moving her hand up and down.
I opened my mouth to tell her she owed me nothing. This wasn’t a give-and-take relationship. Sometimes I just wanted to give and give and give. But the moment her soft, tentative fingers firmed on the length of my cock, the only thing that came out of me was a moan.
I rested my forehead on hers. “Christ, Mads.”
It only took a few strokes of her fingers to send me over the edge, my seed spilling into her hand and washing quickly away in the shower. I’d been that turned on, making me feel like a fifteen-year-old virgin.
I took a step back, gazing at her face. Euphoria stuffed into every pore in my body. “We should probably get you clean,” I said, smirking.
The smile that started on her lips faded as her eyes roamed over me. I knew what she saw. I’d seen it in the mirror this morning after waking up. Her finger grazed over my lip before moving to my cheek, where another small cut marred my skin thanks to the ring Sterling wore on his middle finger. “Do they hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I insisted, not wanting her to worry about me. I really was okay. As someone who fought like it was a hobby, the dull throbs on different parts of my body were familiar. I’d cracked more than a few ribs and broke a bone or two. It really wasn’t that far off from being hit on the football field play after play.
She gave me her don’t-bullshit-me frown.
“He only got a few jabs in. They’ll heal. I promise. Besides…” I ran my hands down her smooth arms, flushing her ample body to mine. “I thought we agreed to talk after we showered.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “Is that what we’re doing? Showering?”
Grabbing my shampoo bottle from behind her on the shower rack, I squeezed a glob into my hand. “We are now.”
She stayed still as I scrubbed the shampoo into a sudsy lather on her long hair. “I don’t like seeing the cuts on your face or the bruises on your body.”
“Are you sure?” My brows rose and my mouth curved. “Because I was under the impression that girls are into guys who are rough and rugged. You know, the street fighter type.”
She took over, digging her nails deeper into her scalp. “I don’t know about other girls, but this one likes it when you’re not bleeding everywhere.”