Widening my smile, I grab hold of his t-shirt and give it a tug. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“To the bathroom.”
“Why?”
“So I can murder you and dump your body. It’ll be easier to clean up the blood,” I repeat his own words to him, tugging at his shirt again.
He shucks it off, dropping it on the floor. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll murder me. You need my dick too much.”
And your heart.
“You got me there.” I pull him toward the bathroom. “So we’re really just going to take a shower. Because you stink.”
I hear his chuckle behind me.
“We are going to take a shower because I stink?”
Stopping in the middle of the bathroom, I face him. “Yup. That’s the plan. I’m going to clean you up. Soap you up real good.”
“Yeah?”
His voice is dark and sensual, just like the rest of him. His body glistens under the overhead lights and I can see every ridge and line of his muscles.
“Yes.”
He tucks a finger in the neck of my nightie, first rubbing it over my skin and then tugging the fabric and using it to bring me closer.
I rest my chest over his, both of us breathing together, and tilt my neck up.
“Shouldn’t you be naked for that?” he rasps, playing with my lace now.
I nod, biting my lip.
Zach fists my nightie at the chest and pulls it over my head before I can even draw my next breath and pushes my panties down.
Like always, he seems mesmerized by my body. My collarbones, my nipples, my belly button. The jut of my hips. That slit in between my legs. My toes.
Everything small and curvy and soft on my body is his favorite thing to see.
And I show him.
In fact, I move closer to him, to his sprung-tight, aroused body. I massage his shoulders and rub his chest. “You work so hard for this body, don’t you? Every morning,” I whisper, circling his collarbone, rubbing his nipples. “Push-ups, pull-ups. Squats. Planks. I don’t even know what else.”
I’m at his ribs now, bronzed and strong. I push my thumbs in, twist my knuckles over the ropy muscles. I feel his hips thrust. Gently, slightly, just a whisper of movement, grazing my bare belly.
“You sweat and gasp and pant. Every muscle in your body vibrates. Your veins stand up. I notice it all. In fact, by the time you’re done, I’m panting. It makes me lose my breath from what you put this body through.”
I clutch his sides before making my way down to his tight stomach with all the grooves. “When you grunt, I feel it between my legs, I swear. I get all swollen and horny just watching you. Watching how hard you work.”
I thread my fingers through the tuft of his dark curly hair that leads down to his dick. Which is straining against his sweats right now.
Looking back into his hooded, slightly wild eyes, I whisper, grazing my needy nipples over his abs, “Can I make you feel good? Please? I want to make you feel good, Zach. Treat you like a prince for being such a hard worker. Let me show how much I love your body.”
Let me show how much I love you.
At my words, he fists his hand in my hair, pulling my head back. His cheeks are jutting out, his jaw rigid and square. His neck is flushed with lust.