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Knotting her fingers in his hair, she held on while he licked and stroked as if he had all day. Pleasure swarmed in her womb as she came, hot and fast. One cry after another pulled from her throat while he drank from her.
Her awareness returned to the present moment. Steam was sticky on her face and body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Toth stood to his full height and braced his arms on either side of her so she didn’t sink to the ground. “I like playing with you, too,” he said, with a sly smirk.
He caught his dick in one hand and then hiked up her leg with the other. He’d already given her two orgasms last night, and while she was ready for the second round, she wanted to even the score.
She shimmied from his hold.
He frowned in confusion. “Are you sore from last night?” His fingers brushed her hair away from her cheek.
“No. But I’m not done playing.” Fisting her hand around his length, she lowered herself to her knees.
He watched her, unblinking. His Adam’s apple moved on a swallow as she brought her lips to his penis. Taking him into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the silky skin.
He groaned and leaned back against the wall. She worked her hand in a steady rotation while licking and sucking his knob.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head, not pushing or guiding, just going with her movements. His body tensed. His thigh muscles clenched. She continued the rhythm, pulling at his flesh while taking him deep.
He let out a loud grunt and she moved faster. His gasps came out sharp and hard until his orgasm filled her mouth. She continued stroking until his body relaxed.
“Savannah,” he hissed. “Holy hell.”
She pulled away and rinsed her mouth with water from the spray. He caught her hands and dragged her to stand in front of him.
He pressed his forehead to hers, his chest heaving. “I could play with you all day,” he whispered.
She chuckled and pressed her hand to his face.
***
He was anass.
He brushed a kiss on her palm and one on her lips before stepping out of the shower. A question flashed in her eyes, intensifying his guilt. The cool air hit him as he snagged a towel from the rack, deliberately keeping his back to Savannah. If he even glanced at her body, he’d be hard all over again.
Savannah needed to know what Cole and Dare had found out. She needed to know Brett could be the one behind this.
Reluctance twisted its searing knife into his side. The last thing he wanted to do was bring forth the same devastation she’d endured last night when talking about her past. There was a chance she didn’t know Brett, but if he’d been working for Danny at the same time as Jace, it was more than a possibility. He should have told her immediately.
But Christ. Seeing her naked had been his undoing. No way he could have delivered any news while staring at her glorious body. Now, he had to confess to why he’d really interrupted her shower.
“How’s that cut?” he asked, glancing back and gesturing to her injury as she stepped out of the shower.
She lifted a shoulder. “I checked beneath the bandage before I got in and it seems to be healing okay. No sign of infection.”
“Good.” He gave a curt nod.
“Is everything okay?” Her voice sounded small behind him.
He turned as she swiped a towel around her body and tucked the material between her breasts. Her long hair tumbled in wet waves over her shoulders, and her skin was glossy and pink from their intimacy. He sucked at locking down his emotions around her. That or she was just really damn good at reading him. No one else in his life had been good at seeing past his prickly exterior.
Well, maybe his mother. The thought stung.
He cupped her cheek, swiping his thumb over the contour of her cheekbone. “Never better. But we need to chat. Get dressed and—”
Knock,knock
“That must be the food.” He quickly shook out his pants and discarded the towel as he stepped into the worn denim. He exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him.