Page 49 of Consumed By You

“You don’t have to answer that, really. I’m sorry.” In order to alleviate the awkward tension, I stand, pulling the sheet around me as I attempt to give him some space.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

I pick up my bra on the way into his master bathroom. “I have to get home to get ready for work.” I shut the door.

I barely drop the sheet before the door opens suddenly and I jump back. Snatching the cover off the floor, I pull it up to shield myself from him.

Damn!Does he knock?

“Why? You have clothes here.” He crosses his arms and leans against the doorway, completely nude.

I wish I was that comfortable with my body.

Clothes here?

Oh, that’s right. My luggage.

“You want me to go to work straight from here?”

“Why not? We could have breakfast together.” His eyes are moving down my concealed body and my heart rate picks up, noticing the devilish twinkle in his eye that promises a good time. I know that look. He stalks over to my now-rigid body and I’m paralyzed.

“Why are you hiding from me?” He places his hands on my cheeks.

“I-I have to brush my teeth.” I try to back up.

“Don’t hide.” He removes his hands from my face and places them on top of the cover. They remain there while his eyes bore into mine, asking permission. Unable to help myself, I grant him the green light and my fingers loosen on the sheet. He lets it fall and I’m standing before him naked and the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been in my life. He can see everything. Every flaw…every scar.

He pulls me flush against him and our lips connect as if magnets, desperate to find the other. He trails his fingers like feathers over my hipbones and it’s as if he’s burning me, leaving his mark.

Ohyes.

I’m against the glass of the largest shower I’ve ever beheld and his morning erection is pressing hard into my stomach.

Holy shit.

“I want you,” he growls, digging his fingers into my flesh. When he wanders downward, tickling my inner thighs, I ungracefully bang my head against the glass and it hurts, but I’m too focused on my pleasure to care. His tongue is at the base of my throat, caressing the dip to my shoulder. It only takes seconds to drag me into the shower with him.

I’ve never showered with anyone before. How does this go?

I hope I don’t make too much of a fool of myself.

While he turns the knob on the shower to get the water warm, I let myself appreciate the unabashedly masculine physique just a few inches away from me. He looks like something straight out of a steamy romance novel. A dark prince or something. The warm water cascading over his body, he reaches for me, and I’m pulled into the fantasy.

The goose bumps on my skin fade as the water trickles onto me, but they quickly reappear when I stare at the striking man in front of me. His mussed waves frame the angles of his face, the natural light from the windows making his green eyes brighter, a lovely contrast to his pale skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I utter, unable to tear my gaze off his face.

His lips turn up in appreciation and he lets out a deep exhale. His mouth, soft as silk, hovers over mine, barely touching. His eyes remain open, watching me with pleasure.

I want to kill him for teasing me. Why does he torture me this way?

“Turn around.”

I hesitate momentarily and I guess I’m too slow because he turns me suddenly, pinning the front of my body to the glass. Well, fuck. His long fingers are spread out on my neck, holding me in place while his other hand travelsdown…Oh my. I shiver beneath him. His repeated coaxing to my heat has me moaning, loudly.

“Mm. Let me hear you.” He nips my shoulder and then eases the sting with his tongue. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”