We stared at each other for a long moment. I took in his expression, searching his face for any doubt, but there was none. He was in this. Releasing a breath, I turned in a slow circle to explore our room. Like the lobby, it was modern and sleek, but the bed looked lush and comfortable.
“Shower?” he asked. “You can have it first.”
He was giving me a way to get myself together, but I believed him when he said he knew what he wanted, so I wasn't going to keep bringing up all the ways I'd be awful at this. “Give me a minute, then join me?” I asked.
His eyes widened, but he nodded. “Okay.”
I picked up my bag and hurried into the bathroom. It was the size of my apartment at Oxford, with a deep porcelain tub and shower big enough for at least three of the guys. Tilting my head, I studied it. Yeah. I could fit in there with Paris and Orestes.
After making quick work of using the toilet and brushing my teeth, I jumped into the shower. The tub was tempting, but maybe later. Right now, I wanted to get clean and shave my legs.
I was as smooth as a naked mole rat when Orestes opened the door. His gaze went right to mine and held it as he approached me.
He'd stripped out of most of his clothes, except for his boxer briefs. The water steamed up the glass doors of the shower, so I wiped it away with my hand.
By the time I'd swiped clear a patch of glass, he was pushing down his boxers and standing.
Oh.
As he straightened, I took in his form. “You could be a model,” blurted out of my mouth.
Sliding open the door, he paused. “What kind of model?” he asked, which was such a clear sign that he understood me more than I realized.
“A form model.” Every muscle in his body stood in cut relief. I could trace the veins on his forearms and each striation of muscle. Michelangelo could have made a much more beautiful statue ofDavidif Orestes had been the inspiration. “An artist's model.”
I reached for him and cupped his shoulders with my palms before running my hands down his arms. His body was smooth but dusted with hair along his arms. A trail of dark hair led from his belly button down, down, down...
His dark pink cock was hard and long, pointed toward me in a very tempting way.
I lifted my gaze, but he wasn't looking at my face. He studied me the way I studied him, and thank god, he didn't look disappointed. He gripped my hips, squeezing my flesh and then trailing his hands to my ribs.
“If I wasn't afraid the gods were free, I might compare you to someone.”
I touched his lips with my index finger. “Let's not.”
He smiled, leaned forward, and nipped my finger. I gasped at the tiny bite and stepped closer to him. His cock touched my belly. I wanted to feel it, grip it in my hand and see if I could make him moan.
I glanced up at him again, then down.Hmm.Maybe I wanted to feel him with more than my hand.
Slowly, I went to my knees. I ran my hands up his thighs, and god...all that smooth muscle flexing beneath my hand. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and let my mouth slide down one side of his length. Orestes let out a sound as his hands dove into my hair. He didn't hold me to him but pushed my hair away. I could feel his heated stare on me, so I glanced up. Sure enough, his golden eyes were blazing, taking me in as I opened my mouth wider and let him slip inside.
“Leo.”
I smiled, took one hand from where I braced myself on his thigh, and gripped his base. Up and down, I slid from his tip as far as I could take him, and then back up.
“Fuuuuuck.” I didn't think I'd heard Orestes let out more than a “bloody hell,” and I laughed.
“Oh, you think it's funny?” he asked. He moved fast, lifting and turning me. Suddenly my breasts were pressed to the glass wall. His mouth went to the back of my neck, tongue lapping at the droplets of water along my skin and over my shoulders.
He moved down my spine, tongue and lips dragging over me. He gripped my ass with both hands before going to his knees. I glanced over my shoulder and down at him. The water had made his dark lashes spiky, and his gold eyes bright.
Watching me, he leaned forward and bit one cheek, then kissed the spot. He moved to my other cheek and kissed there. All the while, those strong hands kneaded my hips, moved to my belly, and stroked lower and lower.
“Orestes.” I canted my hips back, begging without words for him to fill the ache that was starting to pound in time with my pulse.
One long finger circled my clit, then pushed down through my folds and inside me. He thrust with one finger, then a second, and still, he nipped and sucked, driving me wild.
His sudden withdrawal left me off balance, but he held me tight, grabbing my hips and pulling them back. Then his tongue was there, licking and dragging, sucking.