Chapter Twelve
Vee
Oh, Frat Boy.
“Your clothes are dirty, and you were sweating a lot last night.” I reached out to brush his hair like I had earlier. Again, he shivered under my touch and let out a shaky breath.
“Come on, I’ll show you to the bathroom.”
Nate grabbed the clothes and hid his cock behind them. As if I didn’t know exactly how hard he was, and as if I didn’t feel the same.
“Take a shower or have a bath, whichever you like. I’ll take you back to where you parked your car once you’re done eating, okay?”
“Yeah.” Did I imagine things, or was he actually disappointed? He was probably kicking himself for what happened last night. I wasn’t exactly in his league.
Standing next to him felt like being caught in a spotlight I hadn’t earned.
What would a man like that want with someone who’d forgotten how to be whole?
“Towels are here.” I pointed at the shelf. “And there are extra toothbrushes in a basket under the sink.” I crouched to grab one for him. When I straightened up and turned, he was right in front of me.
Wow, he’s stunning. And so close.
Nate kissed me like he was picking up a conversation we’d only just interrupted and with a surety that made any objections obsolete. He dropped the clothes on the floor, put one hand on my chest, and brought the other to my neck. His fingertips slid between my feathers and pressed into my skin.
I ran mine over the hard lines of muscle and down the deep valley of his spine.
I guided him back until he met the shower wall.
Something in our bodies caught the same rhythm. It hit fast and low, a pull I couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine.
It’s probably just adrenaline or lust or whatever this is, nothing else.
I reached out and turned on the water. The icy spray slapped against us, jolting the moment apart, and then the heat came roaring back with the steam.
Just like yesterday, he let out a soft groan when he took my shirt off. His gaze dragged down my chest, tracing every dip and bump like he was trying to learn what I liked.
Nate took off his own shirt and buried his face in the dip between my pecs. He pressed lewd open-mouthed kisses over my heart, then turned us around so my back was to the wall.
I cursed and closed my eyes, the back of my head digging into the tile. This time his warm fingers met no resistance when they moved from button to button. He went slow, as if undressing me was a holy act.
The gentle purr of his zipper travelled right down to my balls. His trousers hit the floor, and his knees lightly bumped into mine as he stepped out of them, and then he just…stopped.
What’s he waiting for?
I flinched when he slid his palms down my legs.
“God, you’re so hot, baby,” he murmured and nuzzled his face into my feathers.
Looking at him was too dangerous, so I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on my other senses.
The spray from the shower pattered on my feathers and, oh Gods, then those sure hands gripped my hips. They slipped under the elastic of my briefs.
“Oh, fuuuck,” Nate breathed as he pushed them down my legs. Before I could even process what was happening, lips wrapped around my cock, and Nate moaned. I knew I couldn’t go back to whoever I’d been before this moment. Nothing mattered but the wet, hot embrace of this man’s mouth and that tongue.
“Oh, mein…” I exhaled and tangled my fingers in his silky hair, not to guide him, just to hold onto something.
And it wasn’t just something. It was everything. Terrifying and big and scary and So. Fucking. Good.
“Gods, yes, Frat Boy, just like that,” I gasped when he flicked his tongue over the slit at my cock, and then I made the most grave mistake of my life.
I looked at Nate.
I. Looked. At. Nate. And Nate looked back up at me with my cock down his throat. Drops of water clung to his dark lashes and trickled into his stubble.
He sighed when I cupped the side of his neck and stroked the hinge of his jaw with my thumb.
It almost ended me.