Chapter Eighteen Annabel #3
He wasn’t going to get any protests from me.
After tucking me to his side, he hurried us into the lobby and onto an elevator.
When the elevator dinged on the fifth floor, he dug his key card out of his pants pocket and led me out into the hallway.
He unlocked the third door on the right and ushered me inside.
Instead of letting me go, he continued on through the bathroom. After flipping the toilet seat down, he eased me down.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you into the shower.” At what must’ve been my skeptical expression, he added, “It’s the fastest way to get you warm.”
“I see,” I murmured.
He made quick work of turning on the water and testing it with his fingers. When it seemed to his satisfaction, he turned back to me. I still sat on the toilet, shivering and trembling.
We stared at each other for a moment. Rev jerked a hand through his hair. “Yeah, uh, I guess I better let you get in now.”
When he started to go, I grabbed his arm. “Wait. I need help getting out of this dress.”
His eyes flared at my request. It wasn’t a come on in disguise. I had needed the help of one of our maids earlier tonight to get it zipped.
Instead of asking me to stand up, Rev bent over my back, bringing his hands to the zipper. Slowly, he tugged it down. As the front gaped open, I didn’t bother to bring my hands up to cover myself.
Rev’s hands momentarily faltered, and when I looked up, I met his gaze, which was staring at my bare breasts. The tight fitting bodice hadn’t needed a strapless bra. He cleared his throat several times before tugging the zipper the rest of the way down.
There was not a doubt in my mind, heart, or body about how much I wanted him.
I knew he expected me to want to take things slow in the sex department, but that’s not how I felt.
Regardless of the ghosts of the past, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man.
I wanted him to be the one who proved to me that sex was physically and emotionally safe.
That it could be a loving act between two consenting people.
But with the roller coaster of feelings rocketing through me, it was more about an all-consuming lust and desire.
When Rev stepped back from me, I rose to my feet. The dress slid down my body and pooled at my feet, leaving me in only my panties. Both empowerment and vulnerability ran through me.
“Rev, I want you to look at me.” He shook his head as he kept his gaze averted to the floor. “I said I want you to look at me,” I repeated.
“That’s not what this is about. It’s about you getting warm before you catch pneumonia,” he countered.
“I could care less about getting sick. Right now what I care about is seeing the man I love want me sexually. To look at me like he wants to devour me.”
His eyes, which burned with lust and unfilled desire, snapped to mine. “How can you ever doubt for even a second how I feel about you?”
I threw my hands up. “Because I’m standing practically naked before you and you won’t fucking look at me!”
“We’re both teetering on unchartered territory. After everything you’ve been through, I would rather die than hurt you.”
“You hurt me more when you won’t look at me or touch me,” I protested.
With an agonized sigh, Rev finally allowed his gaze to rake down my body. There was no feeling of embarrassment or inadequacy. Just the look on his face warmed me from head to toe. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Tears stung my eyes from his adoration. “I am?” I questioned.
He smiled. “Every inch of you.”
Closing the gap between us, I took his hands in mine. One I brought to my cheek and the other I brought to my breast. Rev and I both sucked in a breath as his fingers closed over my nipple. I cupped his face in my hands. “Please don’t ever stop looking at me like you want me.”
He shook his head. “Not wanting you sexually has never been an issue, Annabel. Every morning you lay beside me, I was hard as a rock. But I didn’t want you to think I could only see you sexually—that I was some sort of animal like Mendoza.
I wanted you to see I cared about what was inside.
” His chin jerked at the shower. “You better get inside before all the warm water is gone.”
“Get in with me.”
Although his hand remained firmly on my breast, his brows shot up in surprise. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Warm me up, Rev. I need you.” My hands went to the jacket of his tux. When I moved to slide it off his shoulders, he didn’t protest. As my fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt, his hands came to his waist to unbutton and unzip his pants.
When he slid off his pants, he revealed that even with a tux, he was going commando.
As I stood there, staring at him, my heartbeat roared so loudly in my ears I was sure Rev could hear it.
God, he was so beautiful. A wall of muscle that was decorated with multicolored tattoos.
My gaze slid down his washboard abs to take in the dark dusting of hair below his hips, but more importantly, his already large manhood that wasn’t fully aroused yet.
At Rev’s chuckle, I glanced up in surprise. “It’s surprising that a lady like yourself would be staring at my package.”
“I can’t help it. I’m impressed.”
His eyes gleamed with male pride. “I’m glad to hear that.”
After I shimmied out of my panties, I stepped inside the shower. Rev followed close behind me. The scalding water didn’t feel nearly as good as having him so close or feeling his eyes on me.
We stood there, breathing hard and staring at each other, for a few seconds. “I swore if you took me back, I wouldn’t move fast with you,” Rev whispered to me.
“Once again, it’s me putting the moves on you, isn’t it?”
He flashed me a wolfish grin. “I would have to say I’m a very willing participant.”
“All I know is what is happening between us or what is going to happen feels right. That’s all we can go by, right?”
“Yes, it is.”
Rev stepped behind me and turned my body full force under the stream of water.
He brought his strong hands up to rub up and down from my shoulders to my wrists.
Between the warm water and his touch, my chilled skin became enflamed He placed a tender kiss on my shoulder blade, which caused me to arch my back against his lips.
Gentle kisses feathered across my back to my other shoulder.
He then kissed his way up to the back of my neck while his hands left my shoulders to rub around my waist and abdomen.
Laying my head back against his chest, I sighed in what could only be extreme contentment or ecstasy.
Slowly, Rev turned me around to where I was facing him. “Are you getting warm?”
I smiled seductively at him. “I’m on fire.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” I replied.
His hands came up to cup my breasts. “Here?”
As he rubbed the hardening nipples between his thumb and forefinger, I closed my eyes. “Mmm.”
“You have beautiful breasts.”
Never one to be satisfied with compliments, I argued, “They’re not very big.”
“Look,” he commanded. When I opened my eyes, he gestured to where his hands held my breasts. In a lust-filled growl, he replied, “They’re a perfect fit for my hands.”
“Yes. They are,” I replied, breathlessly.
“Maybe I should see how well they fit my mouth.”
My heartbeat skipped at his suggestion. “You probably should.”
Dipping his head, his mouth closed over my right breast. As he continued to suck, his tongue twirled and flicked over the nipple, causing me to moan.
My arms slid from his shoulders into his hair, my fingers tangling through the wet strands.
When his teeth grazed my tight nipple, I gripped his hair even tighter, which caused Rev to groan. “Did I hurt you?” I panted.
He released my nipple with a pop. A sly grin slunk across his face. “No. It’s more like I get hard as fuck when you tug my hair.” To prove his point, he rolled his hips against me, letting me feel his erection.
I smiled at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Rev shiftted to my other breast, teasing and tasting me until I had to squeeze my legs together because of the growing ache.
As if he sensed the tension in me, Rev snaked a hand between us and dipped it between my thighs.
I gasped at the wonderful feeling. His brows shot up with concern. “Is this okay?”
“It’s more than okay. It’s amazing.” I then opened my legs wider to give him more room.
Over and over his rough calloused fingers teased my clit.
When he plunged two fingers inside me, I cried out and gripped him tighter.
As I worked my hips in rhythm with his fingers, I wanted more than anything to come.
I wanted to come for Rev and his abilities to turn me on, but more than anything, I wanted to come for myself, so that in a small way I could reclaim my sexuality.
I grew closer and closer to the edge, but I couldn’t go over.
And then Rev sank to his knees. Pushing my back against the tile, he spread my legs even further.
It took only the flick of his tongue against my clit to send me over into orgasm.
As tears stung my eyes, I came crying out his name over and over.
But he didn’t stop. Instead, he waited for me to come down.
Then his tongue and fingers went to work again.
My legs began to shake and they felt like they wouldn’t hold me up, so I gripped Rev’s shoulders to steady myself.
It didn’t take as long this time before I was throwing my head back and experiencing sheer mind-blowing pleasure once again.
“So fucking sexy,” Rev muttered against my sex.