38. Cori
Cori
H umidity lingered in the air as she rested her head on his shoulder. The heaving of his chest slowed as she chased the shimmering water droplets on his shoulder with her fingers. Tracing the tattooed wave that crested over his ribs, his skin twitched in response to her touch.
He let out a contented groan as he pulled her closer to him.
“I can’t move,” he stated simply.
“Same,” she agreed.
“Damn it, Cori. What are you doing to me? You know, you can’t keep me up late like this every night. I wake up early, you know.”
“Adrian, it’s not even nine o’clock.”
She felt him grab her by the hips, hoisting her on top of him. “In that case...” He pulled her into a kiss as his hand slid back between her thighs. She gasped against his mouth before he bit her on the neck, trailing kisses to the peak of her breast.
“I thought you said you couldn’t move,” she said coyly as she felt him growing hard against her thigh. She ran her fingers over his chest, still slick with sweat and vapor.
She felt his lip curl up against her skin. “There’s a part of me that disagrees. ”
She kissed him again, biting down on his lower lip. He groaned impatiently as he swelled against her. His hands moved from her breasts down onto her hips as she slid slowly onto him. She stilled for a moment, savoring the intensity of the connection between them, before she leaned back, rocking her hips.
She watched him at first, enjoying the way his body responded to her as she rode him—his muscles tensing as his head leaned back. Water clung to his body, streaming down his chest and arms in shimmering beads of moisture.
She closed her eyes, reaching out for his magic, and it was almost too intense for her to bear. As her magic became interwoven with his, she drank in his pleasure like a drug.
When she felt his grip tighten around her hips, she leaned forward deepening her thrusts and intensifying the friction between them. His hands let go of her hips, pulling the back of her head down into a kiss as he came.
She slowed for a moment before his hand landed on the small of her back, urging her on. He ran his hands up and down her back as the heat rose and fell within her. He was still inside her as they collapsed in a heap of wet, exhausted limbs.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you awake so late.”
He smiled sleepily. “I’m not complaining. But I’m starving. And exhausted. And my back hurts.”
She pushed herself up to a standing position. “That’s three complaints in a row, actually.” She caught him staring at her for a moment before she pulled on her shirt and shorts.
“Fair.”
“I’m going to grab a quick shower. I’ll rub your aching back when I’m done.” He smirked at her mischievously as she retreated into the bathroom.
She hadn’t told Adrian yet about the visit from her father. Anxiety had consumed her all day over how the Huxleys would react to the truth about her past.
While her own family had cast her away, these strangers had opened their arms to her. Bitterness rose in her throat. She knew she had to tell him, but she had seen the fury rise from Adrian’s aura anytime Enzo’s name was mentioned at dinner. How would he respond to the news that it was now up to Cori to save her brother from his own fate?
How was she even going to accomplish that?
It took a few moments for the water to heat, and as she stepped into the steamy spray, she savored the feeling of the heat washing away her tension. She was halfway through washing up when she noticed the pressure change slightly from the water falling from the showerhead.
A thick stream fell down her shoulder, thicker and more powerful than the rest of the spray. The water fell down her arm and jutted down her neck, before curling forward between her breasts and down her abdomen. There was something supernatural about the way the water was moving around her body.
Water encircled her nipples, making her gasp before an even stronger jet trailed down her abdomen and down between her thighs. She was about to yell out to Adrian to stop teasing her, as she felt the sinful warmth of the water trace tight circles around some of her most sensitive spots.
She gave in, leaning against the cool tile with one hand for a few moments as the water licked her in all the right places. It didn’t take long before she cried out, climaxing again as the water continued to trace slow circles. The pressure returned to normal as she caught her breath. She rinsed off and hastily wrapped a towel around herself.
He was whistling in the kitchen, cutting a peanut butter sandwich in half. “How was your shower?”
“It was fine.”
“Sounded like it was more than fine.” The corner of his mouth crept up.
“I feel very clean.”
“I don’t know, that sounded a little dirty to me.” He bit into his sandwich, pleased with himself.
She raised her eyebrow and dropped her towel. The smug expression melted from his face as she slowly stalked toward him. She hoisted herself onto the countertop, pulling him to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing herself to escape into his magic as she kept him awake far too late into the night.