Page 27 of Wicked Throne

We both kind of looked around pensively before he started for the stairs. "Well, good night."

It was three minutes later that I found myself pacing outside of Thierry's bedroom door. The dark oak door seemed to dare me to knock on it and I wanted to. The cool wooden floors beneath my feet reminded me that I should be in bed myself. Hell, Thierry was probably asleep and out like a light already.

Stopping in my tracks, I heard the sound of the shower turning on. Of course, he wanted to take a shower, I thought. Enzo's blood was all over him. He would want to wash all of that off of his being.

The brass doorknob turned with ease, and I slipped into the room. It was larger than my own and there seemed to be a cinnamon smell in the air. Looking around I found steam already curling into the room from what must have been the hottest shower ever.

What are you doing, Diamond?

I had no clue.

I just wanted to be near this man.

Your husband, I reminded myself.

Fuck it,I thought again.

Before I could think another thought, I peeled all of my clothes from my body and joined Thierry in the bathroom. His back was to the door, water rippling all over his body. Sure he was older than me, just a few years shy of turning forty. But damn...God had known what he was doing when he made this man.

I bit my lip as I opened the glass shower.

He turned and I let him take in my naked body; I'd never been ashamed of how I was built. I'd always been one of the taller girls in high school, even towering over a few boys.

But Thierry made me feel small.

He towered over me.

"What happened, Tesoro," he came in close.

He was already hard. I hadn't touched him. I hadn't said anything. He was just simply reacting to the sight of my body.

"Huh?"

"You told me I would never get this pussy..."

His hand, wet and slick from the shower was instantly between my legs and teasing me. He walked both of us back and pushed me up against the shower wall. All I could feel was the warmth of his skin on my own and the coolness of the tiles on my back....his fingers seemed to throb against my clit.

Damn...

He was having a strange effect on me. I had willingly walked into this shower completely naked...no shower cap. We all knew my hair was going to be frizzy as a goat's ass when it was all said and done with.

He hovered above my lips and I felt his hands trail over my collar bone before roughly dragging down to my breast. He captured one in his right hand while his left remained between my legs working on my aching clit.

All I could do was stand still and wait for him to tell me what to do next. Our brown eyes stared into each other. He was a handsome son of a bitch and now after all that shit-talking I'd done to him, I was naked.

Naked and feeling strange.

"I've thought about this moment," he finally spoke. "Ever since I found out I'd be marrying you."

His fingers roughly flicked at my clit. I choked back a cry. This was a new thing for me to be completely at someone's mercy. I didn't mind horribly that it was Thierry, but just for now.

Later, I would regain control.

"I'll just bet you did," a hoarse whisper escaped my throat.

"I imagined how your flesh would respond. How you'd sound when I took you....would you cry? Would you be silent? And then.....I walked into your office only to find the mayor between your legs."

"He was looking for heaven," I shrugged.