Chapter 16 #3
He looked down at her with a mock scowl, but a smile was flirting around his lips.
The shower area was completely open with four shower heads along the wall.
Soap dispensers were attached to the plas tiles.
Niklas helped Nera get her clothes off. She was feeling almost back to normal.
Her wound was healed, the painkillers had worn off…
and all she was left with was a growing throb of desire as she watched him.
Every time he uncovered another part of her, he skimmed his hand along her skin, his face entranced, like he was touching one of those ancient artifacts he loved so much.
Finally, he straightened and flicked on the nearest shower. “Under the spray.”
Nera ducked her head under. The hot water felt wonderful. And this was the real stuff, not the mostly mist they had in the cabins. When she glanced back at Niklas, her stomach clenched.
He was methodically stripping his clothes off. Uncovering inch after inch of bronze skin. She licked her lips. All hers to enjoy.
She filled her hands with soap that had a faintly astringent smell, and started scrubbing. It had the tiniest bit of grit to it and stung a little.
Suddenly, arms surrounded her, big hands sliding down her arms. He started rubbing her skin. “Need to get you clean.”
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the moment.
He moved to her shoulders, briefly massaging her neck. Then his hands scrubbed her back, kneading her muscles. Arousal sang along her veins. It didn’t seem to matter what he did to her, she liked it.
His hands slid around her front and cupped her breasts. “You are so perfectly formed,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched. “All men say that when their hands are full of breasts.” Even those on the small side.
His hands slid lower, his finger toying with her belly button. “I mean all of you. Not just your breasts.” His hand went lower still, sliding between her legs.
She arched back against him. “I’m so far from perfect…”
“You’re perfect to me.” He slid his finger through her folds. She was already so wet for him. He played with her, caressing, dipping inside, before his thumb found her clit with the amount of pressure she liked.
She closed her eyes, her breathing quickening. “Niklas.”
She spun and pushed him back against the tiles. When she jumped up, he was ready, catching her. She wound her legs around his waist. He supported her, his shoulder blades to the tiles, and held her as she moved, the head of his cock nestling against her folds.
“You don’t risk yourself like that again,” he growled, and without warning, he thrust her down and slid into her in one long push.
Nera made a strangled sound. Even outrageously wet for him, he filled her up.
“You certainly don’t risk yourself for people who don’t even like you,” he continued.
“I didn’t do it for them.” Her hands clung to his damp shoulders.
He pulled out and slammed back into her, their wet skin slapping together. “No?”
“I did it for you.”
He just stared at her. So much emotion swimming in his blue eyes.
She pushed against his chest. “Bench.” She nodded over her shoulder.
He carried her easily the few steps to the low bench. He sat and she settled on top of him.
“I very much like your body too, Niklas. I don’t plan to let it get damaged in any way on this treasure hunt.” She lifted her hips, let his cock slide out of her until only the head of him remained inside her. Then she slammed down…hard.
He groaned. “You aren’t my bodyguard.”
But she was. She’d decided it was her role to fill. She rose up again and then sank down.
He cursed, his hands digging into her hips. “Same goes, Nera. I don’t want you hurt.”
She started riding him. God, the sensations were outrageous. She struggled to hold on to her thoughts. No man had ever addled her brain or affected her control before him. “I hardly need protection.”
“I know. I love that about you. But you still have it.”
She slid her hands into his thick hair, their gazes catching. It was extremely intimate to stare a man in the eyes as you took him inside your body. She’d never done it before. So many firsts with this man. His hands slid up, one cupping the back of her neck.
He was definitely too good for her…but for now, she had no intention of giving him up.
As she kept riding him, she felt the hard press of his fingers on her skin. She’d have bruises, and she’d cherish every one of them.
“Nera.”
She felt him tensing beneath her, his orgasm rocketing closer.
“You’re so hot and tight and wet around me.” He made a growling sound. “You come first.” His hand delved between them. When he touched her clit, she jerked, losing her rhythm.
“Yeah, just like that,” he said, satisfaction in his voice.
“Together,” she murmured, moving faster.
His blue eyes glittered with intensity. “Together.”
He worked her clit again in a hard, slippery circle. She had no warning, just screamed, pleasure washing over her in a drowning wave.
“Nera!” His shout echoed in the room and he slammed her down, emptying himself inside her.