He lifted my chin to analyze my lips between his thumb and forefinger. “God, I want to fuck that dirty mouth of yours.”
Excitement surged through me. “Why don’t you?”
“Wow.” His brow rose as his mouth fell open. “Where the fuck did that come from?”
“It appears you bring out the worst in me.”
“Oh yeah?” His pupils dilated. “Show me your worst.”
With a bashful smile, I sunk to my knees, relishing the opportunity to overpower the sexual beast before me. I took his length into my hand, then dragged my tongue up the beads of water streaming down it, making him grasp the surrounding fixtures to keep his balance.
I persistently stroked and licked, but once I took him entirely into my mouth, his knees trembled. “God, you’re a little sex piñata.” He rocked his pelvis as I took him deeper. “The more I fuck you, the more surprises you dish out.”
The boost of sexual confidence only made me work harder, wanting to pleasure him in all the ways he’d been pleasuring me all night.
“Oh, fuck.” He pulled me back up to his mouth and kissed me hard as he came. “That was…incredible.”
My face heated under his adoring gaze. “The entire night has been.”
As we stared at each other through the falling water, the energy shifted between us. There was something more, something deeper, but I wasn’t brave enough to pry. This was a one-night-stand. Nothing more.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he finally said, as if cutting off the same intrusive thoughts.
“Are you sure?” I hesitantly followed him out of the shower. “I can leave…”
“Do you have to?” He peered back with an unexpected spark of sadness.
“Well, no. I’m crashing at my sister’s place, so…”
He grabbed a towel and threw it around my body, drawing me close. “Then don’t. Stay here tonight. I’ve already canceled my morning meetings.”
I melted into the luxurious fluffy material and smiled. “Okay.”
“But no more sex tonight, you deviant. I need my rest.”
I erupted with laughter as I tightened the towel around my torso. “I highly doubtI’llbe the problem.”
“Oh, you’re the problem.” He dried his privates while his eyes took a tour of my curves.
“Me?!” I followed his gorgeous ass back into the bedroom. “You have trouble written all over you.”
With a grin, he climbed under the sheets before resting his muscular arms behind his head. “I’d say that makes us pretty compatible in here,” he said, patting the bed.
I propped my hands on my hips. “Maybe I’m pretending to be this way.”
His eyes grew serious. “Maybe you pretend with everyone else.”
I mused. Maybe he was right.
“Get your ass in here,” he said, lifting the covers. “But lose the towel.”
“And you’ll let me sleep?”
His blue eyes sparkled. “I’m not a monster.”
My left eyebrow rose.
“Well…”—he peeked under the sheets—“not yet anyway.”