Page 102 of Halo

“Whoa—hey, look at me. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to embarrass you.” He kisses my forehead. “I was just surprised, is all. Is there something I should know?”

My cheeks heat. “It's a special flavored lube. I thought maybe it would make the experience better.”

He stares at me for a few seconds, then he lets out a humorless chuckle. “Impossible. Leah, if I wanted a piece of candy, I’d eat a fucking piece of candy.” His eyes darken as he climbs onto the bed, easing me back against the mattress before crawling up my body. “But I don’t want candy. I want pussy. Your pussy. I want it to look and smell and fucking taste like you.”

I suck in a breath. The brashness of his words send a euphoric shiver down my spine.

“I’m sorry—”

“No, no … do not apologize. You did nothing wrong.” He takes me hand in his, bringing my knuckles to his lips. “I’ve got an idea, something that will help us both relax. Do you trust me?”

I brush my hand over the short buzzed hairs of his head, giving him a shy nod.

Nick takes my hand, helps me off the bed, then guides me back into my en suite. He turns on the shower and allows for steam clouds to billow around us. He takes off his shirt, exposing the hard planes of his sculpted chest.

Our eyes remain locked as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. A twinge of anxiety gnaws at me as I let the garment fall forward, knowing my breasts are humble in size. However, before I can shy away and cover myself, Nick gasps. His eyes darken with a reverent awe, drinking in every inch of me.

And suddenly, every last insecurity melts away, every last curiosity of whether my body would measure up—if I would measure up—disappears. Tonight isn’t just about me getting to have sex with this man; this man has the privilege to have sex with me—and he’s treating me as such.

Nick removes his jeans, pausing briefly before pulling off his boxer briefs.

My pulse stutters.

Good gracious …

That is way more than what I expected.

When his erection pressed against me earlier at the hospital, it felt large, but actually seeing his size drains me of my newfound confidence.

But not completely.

We step into the shower, streams of the hot water cascading down our bodies. And then the most intimate thing I've ever experienced happens. Finding my soap, he lathers his hands before gently rubbing them over my hips, abdomen, and between my legs, washing me with a tenderness that steals my breath.

“Listen to me. You are not dirty. I need you to know that,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough against my ear. “I just want to taste you. So fucking badly.” He presses lips to my shoulder, then to my collarbone. He rises just enough to find my mouth again. After each kiss, he waits for me to close the distance again.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine. “Can I?” he asks softly. “I won't unless you want me to.”

I swallow hard, then give him a small, trembling nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

He sinks to his knees, water beating against his back and shoulders as his eyes darken, focused on me. His fingers curl around my hips as he leans in and kisses my belly, his tongue tracing lower and lower.

“Hold onto something, darlin’.”

He spreads me open with his thumbs, his tongue stroking me, deliberate and slow.

Holy …

A sound—a raw, desperate sound—that I've never made before tears from my throat. My hands scramble for purchase against the shower wall as my body surrenders to the pleasure.

Nick groans against me, the vibration sending more shockwaves through my core.

“Fuck, you taste perfect,” he growls, licking deeper, circling my clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking gently. “You're so fucking sweet.”

He hooks my leg over his shoulder, opening me completely before diving deeper. The shift in angle makes me cry out as his tongue works me relentlessly.

My hips buck against his mouth as my hand grips the back of his head, pulling him into me. An unstoppable coil tightens low in my belly as my body trembles, my heel digging into his back.

I need him closer.