Chapter 34 Colten
THIRTY-FOUR
COLTEN
For the fifty-third time since I undressed Lexi, I beg my dick to settle the fuck down.
It’s not the time to be so hard I could cut diamonds. Not when my girl is injured and traumatized.
There will be years for us to get acquainted with every inch of Lexi’s body, for right now I’m just content to hold her.
Begrudgingly, I lower her feet to the tiled floor, holding onto her for extra seconds just to make sure she doesn’t fall before reaching for the sponge and squirting a liberal amount of shower gel onto it.
It’s her favorite, and therefore it’s mine.
It’s not a conscious choice to like everything she does, but it’s come naturally over the years, which is how Twilight became my favorite movie when I was a teenager, and how the Jonas Brothers became my favorite band around the same time.
I start with washing Lexi’s shoulders, dragging the sponge over her skin as gently as I can manage.
The leftover blood from her ordeal washes away as I clean her as clinically as possible.
But once again, my dick did not get the memo.
He’s excited that the only woman he’s ever taken notice of is naked in front of us, allowing us to touch her impossibly soft skin.
Lexi watches me from beneath dark lashes, her eyes tracking my every move as she does the one thing that doesn’t come naturally to her.
Letting me take care of her.
If I could bring Santiago De Luca back from the dead just to kill him again for one thing, it would be the way he treated his daughter. She was expected to be a robot, to be emotionless and independent the same way Cruz was, but that’s not who my wildcat has ever been.
She’s soft and gentle, saving her fierceness for when it really matters, and I’ve always admired her for that.
When I’ve washed every speck of the day away from her skin, I move to wash the sponge beneath the water, but she stops me.
Lexi’s hand grasps it and gently moves it over my chest, her eyes flicking between the task at hand and my reactions.
Everyone knows how much I loathe human touch. It’s one of the most irritating lingering side effects from my childhood and likely one of the reasons I’ve never been interested in any woman aside from the one in front of me.
She’s one of the only people I’ve ever been able to stomach having their hands on me.
The sponge moves over my arms before descending lower.
My breath stutters in my chest when she carefully crouches to wash my legs.
“Lexi, your knees,” I breathe, my voice shaking from how close her face is to my cock.
Fuck. I might come just from seeing her on her knees for me.
“They’re feeling fine right now,” she tells me, dragging the sponge down one leg just to bring it up the other.
The closer she comes to my hardness, the more difficult it is to breathe.
I’m starting to question how I’m ever going to last inside her because if I’m this close to the edge when she’s just looking at me, her perfect pussy is going to be the death of me.
Even as I watch it play out before my eyes, I’m not prepared for the moment Lexi drags the sponge over my hard length, tearing something between a groan and a growl from my chest.
“Lexi,” I warn through gritted teeth.
Mischief plays in her gaze as she stares up at me, moving forward slowly, giving me a chance to stop her.
But how the fuck can I stop her from touching me the way I’ve been dreaming of since I learned what sex was?
The sponge drops to the tiled floor, and all pretense of washing me goes down the drain right alongside the soap suds.
Her fingers wrap around my length, pumping my cock gently. I should stop her. She’s injured, and I’m about three seconds from fucking her against the shower wall, but I’m captivated by every move she makes, desperate to see what she does next.
And she doesn’t make me wait long.
She shifts forward until her breath whispers across me, pulling another rumble from somewhere deep in my chest.
Fuck. Me.
The moment her lips wrap around the bulbous head, I’m done for.
Her sinful little tongue explores the underside of my cock as she takes a couple of inches before retreating, setting a maddening pace that I can barely differentiate between pleasure and pain.
“Wildcat,” I groan. “You’re fucking killing me here.”
The words earn me a soft laugh, but she continues her exploration.
I drop one hand onto the back of her head, brushing my fingers through the damp strands, using the other as an anchor against the wall behind her.
If I don’t hold on to something, I’m at risk of falling, and considering I’m seconds away from blowing my load in her mouth less than a minute after she started, I think I’m going to embarrass myself quite enough already.
Her eyes never leave mine, staring up at me through the dark pools I’ve spent my life dreaming about.
The more of my cock she takes, the closer I am to the edge, and it doesn’t seem to matter how many saggy ball sacks I imagine. The feel of her mouth around me is too much.
I feed my fingers through her hair and tug her back until her lips free me with a pop. “The first time I come inside you, it won’t be your mouth, Wildcat.”
Lexi moans, pressing her thighs together and giving away how turned on she is from blowing me. “That can be arranged.”
I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling for long enough to regain control of my throbbing balls. If her pussy isn’t the death of me, her mouth probably will be. “You’re hurt. The first time I fuck you, I want you in tip-top shape.”
She shakes her head, fire burning bright in her eyes. “I don’t want to wait, Colten. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
How can I possibly refuse her when she begs so prettily?
“I don’t want to think anymore,” she murmurs. “We spent years talking ourselves out of being together. I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to live. I want to be yours. Completely.”
And that’s all it takes to break what’s left of my resolve.
I lift her to her feet, pressing her back against the tiles a moment before my lips descend on hers, and she meets me with just as much ravenous desire.
Her tongue slips between my lips, fighting for dominance we both know she won’t get. She wraps her hand around my length and pumps it in a maddening rhythm.
“I’m going to have to restrain you if you keep that up,” I rumble against her pouty lips.
“Sounds like a good time to me.” She smirks.
I groan.
Yep. Lexi De Luca is going to be the death of me, but fuck, what a way to go.