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I should have known I couldn’t just drag him upstairs to my bed. The girls could be anywhere.
I started to mumbled an apology, but he silenced me with a hard, but silencing kiss that made my stomach muscles bunch up. Then he let me go and sent me on my way with a smack on my behind that sent a whole sparkle of fireworks snapping through me.
“Get going, kitten,” he commanded. “I’ll be up in a minute to help you get all the hard-to-reach places.”
There was no point denying I had almost no feeling in my kneecaps as I shuffled unsteadily down the hall and up the stairs. My skin was miles of sensation, hyper aware of every brush of fabric across my thighs, my belly, my breasts. I tried not to notice when hitting the top landing and spotted all three girls had their doors open as they unpacked their bags and chatted to each other loudly from their respective rooms.
Resisting the urge to swear, I twisted open my door and slid inside.
I took my time emptying my pack and tossing wet towels and swimsuits into the laundry. I shook the sand out my towel and hung it up to dry. I picked clothes for the evening, a comfy pair of cotton trousers and a matching lace camisole. Both were draped across the bed. With a fresh towel in hand, I stepped into the bathroom for a shower.
I was in the process of rinsing shampoo and lake water from my hair when the shower door slid back on its track and a cold brush of air skated down my back. I barely had time to gasp or even turn when strong, familiar arms closed around me from behind and pulled me into a hard chest. The glass panel rolled back into place, trapping me in the steam and Darius’s embrace.
“Jesus, you scared me,” I breathed, blinking water from my eyes, and squinting up at the man nuzzling the curve of my neck with tiny kisses.
“You extended an invitation, kitten,” he murmured into the skin of my jaw, just below my earlobe. “I thought I would use it to preserve water.”
I felt myself grin. “I’m all about conservation of water.”
He nipped at the curve of my ear with his teeth. His large hands drifted up to cradle the weight of each breast. A part of me had to suppress a giddy giggle at the knowledge that Darius Medlock was naked and in the shower with me. It was a reality I had only dreamed of for years, a reality that faintly still felt like a dream.
“I love your tits,” he drawled huskily into my ear, emphasizing the words with a deliberate and steady skim of his thumbs over the hard, pink peaks. “I love how they fit perfectly in my palms.”
As if to prove it, he cradled each mound, spreading long fingers over and giving a squeeze. That single gesture rocked me straight to my toes. A punch of arousal had my core giving a hard flex, desperate to feel him stretching my walls.
“Darius…” I whispered, cotton mouthed despite the rush of water cascading over us.
“Hm?” he purred lazily, rolling my puckered nipple beneath the pad of his thumb.
I had nothing to say. Words had eluded me, left me lost and drifting in a hot wave of arousal that had my back arching intohis caress, into the slow plucks of his fingers. When he stopped unexpectedly, I had to bite back a whimper. I watched with my lip caught between my teeth as he reached for my body wash. He ignored my loofah as he poured a puddle of rose scented liquid into his palm and rubbed his hands together in front of me. Then his hands returned, slippery with soap and hell bent on destroying me.
He started with my breasts, gliding, and teasing each one until I was squirming and whining. Then he was sliding down my belly to the neat trimming of hair covering my lips but stopped just long enough to get the body wash off his fingers before resuming his tease over my clit.
My moan was deep and guttural, topped off by the eager parting of my thighs to accommodate his exploration. He didn’t leave me hanging. His fingers eased apart my folds to find my slick opening ready for him.
“I’ve thought about eating her all day,” he murmured, pressing first one then two digits in and snatching the air from my lungs. “I want to open you wide and fuck you with my tongue while you ride my face.”
The image his words provoked nearly kicked my knees out from under me. I had to grab the walls on either side of me as I lost my ability to stand, relying solely on where he’d impaled me to keep me up. His free hand drifted from soapy nipple to soapy nipple, teasing each in turn until I was sure I’d go mad.
“I’m ready,” I half sobbed, just in case he couldn’t feel the swollen walls of my sex sucking at his fingers.
“Oh, I know,” he growled darkly, pushing deeper, pressing the heel of his hand harder against my clit. “It’s killing me not to fuck you up against the glass right now.”
I opened my mouth to ask what was stopping him when he unexpectedly withdrew, not just from inside me, but from me entirely. Hands that had been exploring my body seconds agomaneuvered my suds covered chest under the running water, letting the white streaks run down my front and disappear down the drain. I was rinsed off. Then he helped himself to my body wash and shampoo, scrubbing off sweat and leaving me standing there baffled.
Had I hoped he would continue once he was clean, I was left mistaken when the faucet was switched off. I watched in confusion as he turned his back on me to reach for the latch on the sliding door.
The deep, crimson scratches cutting down the stretch of skin from shoulders to ass cheeks stilted my words. My eyes widened as I took in my own handy work running in four jagged lines. They looked tender and painful, like he’d lost a fight with a cat, but all I could think was I needed to apologize.
“Your back,” I blurted before I could stop myself.
He paused to cast a glance over his shoulder at the marks I’d left on him.
“Hm,” was his unhurried response.
“Did I hurt you?” I took a step closer wanting to but refraining from touching the injuries. “I didn’t—”
He straightened and turned until his eyes were my only focus. “Don’t say it.”
