Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“ Help me shower? ” Draven wrote on a Post-it note and handed it to her before striding to the bathroom. He did not need to glance over his shoulder to see if she followed. He knew she would. Sexy, cocky man.
Her uncertainty from earlier in the morning began to clear.
Though Draven had not kissed her in front of his friends, he cupped her throat in front of them, which made her think maybe he didn’t see her as only a hookup. If he wanted his friends to know, then what happened between them was most likely serious, right?
He punched Alec for me , she reminded herself. He cared about her.
She had been unable to get their kiss—or his head between her legs—out of her mind.
Just the memory of his expert fingers playing with her clit and G-spot, his erotic, talented tongue dancing over her, teasing and coaxing…it made her nipples tighten to tingling peaks.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything . Was that a dangerous thought? Maybe. But for the first time, she chose not to question it.
He asked her to help him shower. Sign her up.
She followed him to the bathroom, body thrumming. Draven had already turned on the water, waiting for the streams to heat. She closed the door behind her and smiled at the pleased sparkle in Draven’s eyes when he saw that she wanted to play his game. Or maybe it was not a game at all.
He reached down to grip the hem of his shirt, but she shooed his hands away.
“ Stripping you is my job ,” her stern expression informed him. “ One I take very seriously .”
A smile consumed his smirk as he lifted his arms and allowed her control.
She lifted the shirt, revealing line after line of muscle, of tanned, taut skin. This man is a fantasy . She covertly pinched herself. Not a dream. So maybe it would not end in a nightmare.
He leaned forward, helping her pull the pesky article of clothing from him. There , she sighed. Shirtless Draven. His natural habitat. The way he belonged.
The only barrier left was his pants.
She swallowed thickly as her gaze roamed his dark sweatpants. All she needed to do was loosen the knot in the center and tug, and the material would fall down his toned legs. Easy.
Thea hesitated and bit her lip, glancing up at him from under her lashes as she silently asked for permission.
He rolled his eyes at her, clearly saying something along the lines of, “ You watched me jerk off. Nothing you haven’t seen before .”
Right. Yes. She held her breath as she pulled the laces loose and glided the waistband down his body.
Plop . His thickening erection bounced up to his stomach as she lowered and let the sweatpants fall to the tiled floor. Large, hard, and glistening at the dusky pink tip. A vein stretched the length of him, and she wanted to trace it with her tongue.
Mine , she thought as she gazed upon him. She had never been a particularly selfish or possessive person. Growing up, she shared her lunch and snacks with any kid who asked—but Thea thought, I want him all to myself . He was the treasured fruit cup she dared not share.
She stared at his mouthwatering cock as it grew before her eyes. Harder and harder. Thicker and thicker. It twitched like it felt the caress of her gaze.
Impatient, Draven spun Thea around and unzipped the back of her lilac dress. He unzipped it with his injured hand.
She scolded him, pointing to his right hand, but he ignored her and tugged the dress down her shoulders. It slipped to the floor, leaving her in nothing but green panties.
He seemed to like it when she didn’t wear a bra. In fact, the way he looked at her, the amount of raw desire in his expression, suggested one of these days, she might wake up to a thank you note addressed to her breasts.
She recalled a time when she once thought of her body as nothing special; Draven and his over-emotive, vulnerable, genuine reactions to her annihilated any self-doubts or insecurities.
When someone completely accepts you as you are, you realize everyone before him who didn’t was either dumb or never worthy —or both.
They stood basically naked in front of each other, breathing heavily as steam painted the glass of the shower door. Draven’s engorged erection was hard to ignore. Thea licked her lips, gaze fastened on it. Want to touch him . Want him inside me .
He made the first move—and it was tender.
He held out his left hand for her to take. She nearly didn’t see how it shook ever so slightly as he waited for her. She draped her hand over his, and his fingers wrapped around it, securing them.
Holding her hand, he walked her to the shower.
Heart racing and sweat beading at the back of her neck, Thea stepped after him into the shower. He slid the glass door shut behind her. Letting go of her hand, Draven walked backward until the spray of the shower head drizzled over his hair and face, droplets traipsing down the curves and angles of his body.
He slicked himself in the water as she drowned in a downpour of invisible lust.
When he dripped like a wet siren, he opened his piercing eyes and waved for her to step closer. Into the hazy, damp fog of desire.
He lifted his injured hand, faked a pout as if it hurt him, then gestured to the bar of soap.
I get to wash him , she realized, biting back a goofy grin.
Stealing the bar of soap, Thea lathered her hands with it. His pupils dilated inside his light green irises as he watched. Was he imagining the feel of her hands on him already?
Her sudsy palms connected with the tops of his shoulders as she washed down his strong arms. Then, his hard pectorals.
His muscular abdomen rippled when she ran her soapy hands over it. Unable to stop herself from looking down, she noticed his hard erection jerk against his lower stomach.
Draven bit his lip and gazed up desperately at the ceiling as she skimmed her fingers over his sides, his hips, never quite touching his cock. Her wrist grazed the tip when she washed his stomach, and he jolted and stiffened.
She grinned evilly and turned him around, so he faced the streaming water. She hissed at his bare ass—firm, curved, and bitable.
She ran her hands over his sculpted back faster this time. Her palms dragged up and down his spine and the backs of his thighs.
Just as she lowered her hands to tease over his ass, before she had time to give it a little squeeze, Draven spun around, caged her against the side of the shower, and clasped the back of her neck. She gasped at the cold tile on her back but moaned at the new position.
His wet, dark hair dripped over his chiseled face as he slammed his lips to hers. The searing kiss fused their mouths, welding them together until no crowbar could rip them apart. Ferocious. Animalistic.
He snapped his teeth at her, demanding she give him all she could, which she did. If Draven nipped, she nibbled. If Draven licked, she devoured.
She was fairly certain that her heartbeat would follow any rhythm his drummer-hands demanded.
His erection scalded her stomach, where it ground against her as they kissed. Maybe it was the shower’s hot water or that every intake of breath was pure steam, but Thea melted.
His mouth seared her soul. It whispered, “ I’ve never felt like this. How are you doing this to me? ” It promised, “ No one else will ever come close .”
She retracted her fingernails from his back and grabbed the soap from the dish beside them. After lathering her hands again, she waterfalled her fingers down his cock, lightly grazing the tip and shaft as she pet the skin there.
His entire chest shuddered and heaved as he sucked at her lips.
His large, hot palms cupped her breasts and kneaded the needy flesh, plucking and tugging and playing with her puckering nipples. He wrenched her panties down her legs.
Moaning, she rubbed her hand over his cock more firmly, soaping up the stiff erection and the tops of his quivering thighs. Breaking away from the ravishing kiss, she saw the dusky purple-pink color of the tip of his cock as she teased him with her fingers. Precum glazed her thumb as she stroked over the hypersensitive slit.
Jolting, Draven turned and grabbed at the detachable shower head, bringing it down.
One moment, Thea had all the power with his dick in her hands. The next, Draven’s mouth sucked at her nipple; his right hand lowered the spraying shower head over her mound, aligning it to stream powerfully over her pulsing clitoris. At the same time, he used his left hand to plunge a finger inside her throbbing pussy. He hooked that finger, performing some masterful sexual artistry.
He kept her like that as she screamed at the onslaught of tantalizing sensations. Coming and coming again.
She had never been much for Jacuzzi jets. She had never had a detachable shower head. Yet, suddenly, with it spritzing against her swollen bud, her eyes rolled back, and she realized the hype for such things.
She swore his smug smirk counted, “ That’s one… Mmm, that’s two. And there’s a good girl. That’s three, ” as she came on his sinful fingers. She had never had someone be so dedicated to her pleasure and only her. He just…kept working on her. Not stopping after she came.
Only when she fought to stand on wobbling legs did he move the shower head back. He went to move it to its rightful place, but she grabbed at his wrist, fighting to take the metal circle spouting warm water. Confused, he quirked an eyebrow but let her have it.
She laid one hand over his hip and used her other to position the streaming shower head over his sizable arousal. The water shot out and stroked over his jutting cock, causing it to twitch and lean toward the jet.
She did not need to be fluent in lip reading to understand the words that shot out of his mouth as she watched for his reaction.
His jaw went slack, his eyes widened, and he fell toward the wall, one elbow resting against the shower wall at the side of her head as he rasped, “Oh, fuck .”