Page 12 of Up in a Blaze

“I do,” I admitted roughly.

He clamped his teeth into his plump bottom lip as he pushed his sleep pants down. His erection bobbed free, ready for my hand to wrap around it. But I stopped myself, ordering, “In the shower.”

He cocked a brow. “You,” he challenged.

“If I had the energy, I’d spank you. Please get in the shower. I want to look at your ass.”

His whole face lit up as he winked. “You should have started with that, chéri.” He spun around, and looked back over his shoulder to me, eyes shining.

I followed right after him into the steamy shower, shutting the curtain behind me.

He moved beyond the spray of water, crooking his finger at me. I stepped right under the water and brushed my hair back with a hand, watching him through the droplets.

Henri scraped his top teeth over his bottom lip, running his gaze down over me. “It is lucky, mon bête, that I placed a waterproof patch over your wound.”

With a grunt, I nodded once.

“Will you allow me to wash you?”

Fuck. I’d give up my own kidney to have that. “Yeah.”

He reached around to grab the soap and slid it over my flesh, starting at my shoulders. I dipped my head, closing my eyes, enjoying his gentle hands on me.

I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Hadn’t realized I’d missed the touch of someone. But Henri’s was different to anyone else’s.

It was more welcomed. Wanted.

Henri hummed when my dick jerked from his touch.

Opening my eyes, I kept my gaze lowered to see his hands. One brushed over my balls. The other that held the soap stroked my cock. Unfortunately, he didn’t linger. But still, his next move had me gulping when he crouched in front of me to clean my thighs and calves.

As he looked up with a seductive smile, I took a step forward and curled my fingers through his hair.

He cocked a brow. “What is it that you want, mon bête?”

“Your mouth.”

“Then take it.”

Desire burned hot under my skin. I dragged him to his feet and heard his gasp, saw his surprise, and heard the soap drop just before I claimed his mouth with mine.

He moaned into my mouth when I forced my tongue in to play and tease his.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His mouth was made for me to take. I wanted more. I wanted to devour him in ways where he wouldn’t be able to forget me.

And I felt all that from one kiss.

He tore his mouth from mine, staring at me while we caught our breath. “Baiser.” He breathed out the word fuck in his thick French accent. “You can kiss.” He dropped to his knees again, and before I could say anything, he swallowed my cock, sucking like a goddamn vacuum.

“Fuck,” I grunted.

His dark gaze lifted to lock with mine as he bobbed up and down on my dick, licking and sucking it in ways that drove me crazy.

His hand cupped my balls, slowly rolling them, tugging them.

“Can I come on your face?” I wanted to mark him, paint his face with my cum and rub it into his skin.