An indignant little mutter comes from behind the curtain. Then Gemma gets out in a streak of bare skin, covering her body with her arms. Well, trying to.
I can still pretty much see everything. Covering her nipples doesn’t change that I know what they look like hardened and speckled in droplets. I lick my lips at the desire spiking in my groin.
She gets a towel wrapped around herself, cheeks flaming and eyes avoiding me. I shake my head wryly and head for the door to my bedroom. I pause to wave at the pile of clothes on the sink.
“There’s stuff to wear. Bring the first aid kit. I’ll be in here.”
The lock clicks once the door shuts.
“I’ve been able to pick that lock since I was twelve.” Gemma’s grouchy response is muffled. “Devlin and I were bored. We watched a YouTube video to learn.”
“Stay outside!”
I hold my hands up in surrender, even though she can’t see. I sit down on the floor and lean against the wall next to the bathroom door.
All Gemma has to wear are the clothes I gave her.
My insides flutter when she steps out of the bathroom with the first aid kit. My t-shirt hangs from her shoulders, exposing her collarbone. The boxers are like baggy shorts on her. She looks so good in my clothes.
She looks mine.
The wave of possessiveness that overtakes me is an unstoppable force.
“Shit,” I groan. “Come here.”
I clasp her wrist and drag her down to straddle my lap. She lands with a soft oof, legs splayed on either side of my body.
The first aid kit tumbles to the floor beside us, but neither of us move to get it. We’re too wrapped up in each other.
A rumble builds in my chest. I want to do everything at once—kiss her, slide my hands up the sides of the boxers, fuck her.
“Lucas,” she whispers after a tense beat.
I know she feels how hard I am. I love the little blush that creeps up her neck.
“You can’t escape now, sweetheart. I’ll lock you away in my tower.”
Gemma’s lashes flutter when I grind my cock against her. I go again when she doesn’t protest, greedily gliding my palms everywhere, cupping her tit through the t-shirt. I breathe in her warm skin, getting a rush because she smells so good with my scent on her body.
A hush falls over us, blanketing the room in a bubble. The intense anger and fear I felt in the last hour, coupled with that shower with her, has me in a state of heady arousal.
We go slow like that, hips rocking sporadically. I skim my fingers up her legs and nuzzle into the crook of her neck. Gemma releases a breathy half-moan when I guide her hips down to meet the hard ridge of my cock through the thin barrier of clothes. I hold her there and rub against her clit.
Her mouth falls open and I lean up to capture it.
As she sinks her fingers into my damp hair, I feel like she’s giving herself to me.
We grind on each other and make out with sloppy kisses. It’s a slow build that’s driving me crazy.
The world could go to shit outside the door and I wouldn’t stop or care, as long as we keep going.
My hands squeez
e her ass as I push against her. Gemma shudders above me. She’s close to coming from this. Fuck, I am, too. She drives me wild. I grin against her mouth.
Be mine, I think.
“If we keep doing this, we’re either going to need a second shower or I’m going to pull those boxers to the side and slide into your wet pussy.”