Page 190 of On Edge

He kisses me, cutting off the words. It’s not gentle. His hands are in my hair, around my neck, pulling me closer. Then he hauls off my t-shirt, over my head, drags me closer by my belt loop, and unbuttons my jeans for me.

He eases them down, over my hips. The cool air makes my skin shivery, but the heat from his eyes sets every part of me on fire. He straightens and moves to my bra.Ping. The clasp undoes in his hand, and it falls away, leaving my breasts heaving and exposed. My nipples peak as he takes one and then the other, in his mouth, sucking hard. Out of nowhere, Mercy comes up in his grasp. He teases the edge over my tummy, down to my knickers, my slit soaking wet under the silk lace.

“Don’t keep cutting up my underwear,” I hiss at him, but he’s not listening,

Snip, snip, and then my knickers are gone.

He drags me to him. I can feel the barely leashed control in every line of his body. Mercy is cold against my inner thighs.

“Now get in, before the water gets cold.”

I sink into the bath with a moan that makes Troy look like he’s about to explode. The heat is perfect, seeping into my frozen muscles. Troy sits on the edge of the tub, just watching me. It’s strange being fully naked while he’s not. I feel bare, exposed…vulnerable, so much so that the familiar ache spreading through my lower half won’t be satisfied until he joins me.

What?” I have to ask.

“So, Laine’s party. You’ll want to wear that dress. The dark red one.”

My brow furrows. How do you know which one I picked out?”

“I saw it hanging in the closet. It’s perfect.” His eyes have that glint to them that makes my stomach dip, adding to the frustration. “But if you’re wearing it, you’ll want smooth legs.”

Heat creeps up my neck. “I can shave my own legs, Troy.”

“I know you can.” He’s already reaching for his razor kit, pulling out a fresh blade and shaving cream. “But I want you to relax and enjoy it. Let me take care of you for once.”

“Okay, but don’t cut me.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He positions himself at the end of the tub, lifts my foot out of the water, then places my heel on his lap. Through his trousers, he’s rigid. The cold air nips my toes and shivers up my inner thighs as he leans over and gets to work, ignoring his straining cock.

I wish I could do the same.

The bathroom is suddenly too warm, the water too hot, with the steam rising around us. Fairy lights from outside cast soft patterns through the frosted window as I stare at it, trying not to grind my heel into Troy’s crotch, especially as Ben is watching.

I glance over. Ben is indeed lying in the doorway, head tilted, as if he’s not sure what’s happening but is willing to supervise.

“He’s judging your technique.”

“My technique is flawless.” Troy lathers my shin with practiced ease. “I used to do this professionally, remember?”

“You were a barber in prison.”

“Best in Port Penn.” He draws the razor up my calf in one smooth stroke. “Before I became a serial killer billionaire.”

“Quite the career change.”

“The pay’s better, but the hours are hell.” Another stroke, careful and precise. “Although the benefits package is excellent.”

“Oh?”

His eyes meet mine, dark and heated. “I get to come home to you every night and make you come on my mouth.”

I almost stop breathing. “Troy. Come here.” I need him inside me now. The warm water is doing things to my lower half, and every time he scrapes the cold metal over my skin, so very gently, I come close to combusting. “When are you going to just get in the water and fuck me?”

I don’t know when I started being brazen enough to ask to befucked, but it came about quite quickly.

“Shh. Let me focus. I’d hate to nick you.” But his smile is wicked as he leans over, now focused a little higher. “Although you do look beautiful when you bleed.”