And higher.
My breaths quickened.
My legs shook.
I slipped a finger in, and then two and I pumped and that wasn’t enough, so I moved back to my clit and rubbed faster, harder. I could feel my body tensing as the edge came ever closer. I imagined it was Lukas’s hands—and I knew what they felt like. I knew how full I felt just with his fingers hooked inside of me.
I caught myself on the edge of the tub as my knees collapsed and my other hand kept moving, my fingers kept circling dragging out the orgasm. Breaths sawed out of me, and I kept going—feeling it build again—higher and sharper.
Then, it crashed, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper.
My whole body shook as I collapsed to the tub floor and let the hot water beat down on my trembling, naked body. I sat up, my arms barely able to support my weight, when I heard the click of the door to the room open and then shut.
And then Lukas stood there.
I froze and watched as his eyes raked over my very naked body, pooled in a heap at the bottom of the tub. Heat flared for a moment, before they filled with worry and concern.
“Eloise said I should come get you, but I heard a thud and used the key she gave me,” he said all of this while ripping the clear curtain back further and gripping me by my arms. He was getting soaked as the water was hitting the rumpled curtain causing it to spray everywhere.
“Are you okay? Did you fall? What hurts? Is it your knee?”
I felt like heat should be burning my cheeks, that embarrassment should be suffusing my whole body, but it wasn’t. The voices that used to scream in my head with Asher, they were nonexistent with Lukas.
Instead, a very different kind of heat was itching over my skin and that fluttering was back between my legs, and it didn’t matter that I had just come— hard—twice in less than fifteen minutes, I was ready to go again now that Lukas was here.
He helped me to my feet, and I wanted nothing more than for him to join me in this shower. How would he respond if I just pulled him in, or if I just started stripping him of his clothes?
I thought that maybe I should be more self-conscious about being naked in front of him, but for whatever reason, I wasn’t.I didn’t care about the ugly scar on my knee, I didn’t care that I wasn’t as toned as I used to be.
I just wanted to feel his hands on my skin, trailing, tracing, and branding me. So, I reached out and fisted the front of his shirt, tugging him towards me. My gaze never left his as I did so. He came willingly, hunger and heat burning in his gaze. He quickly stepped out of his shoes before stepping under the spray fully clothed—they feel rough on my sensitive skin. I gasped and then his hands were cradling my face as he kissed me.
Tilting my head back, angling me so that he could deepen and devour me. I felt him stiffen between us, and while I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to go all the way, I knew I wanted to reciprocate for last night. I didn’t let doubt sneak in, and I slid my hand between our bodies until I felt him through the denim of his jeans.
Lukas sucked in a sharp breath and broke the kiss, pressing our foreheads together. It was somehow hotter that he was clothed—that he hadn’t thought twice about catering to my whims…my desires. I pressed my legs together as a pulsing need bloomed between them as I kneaded my palm against him.
“Aimee,” he rasped, his voice low and rough.
He pressed into me harder, and I shivered at the feel of the cold tile on my back. His hands moved around the back of my head, fingers tangling in the hairs at my nape. He tugged slightly and I gasped at the sting that flared the pulsing between my thighs.
I watched as he squeezed his eyes tighter as I rubbed harder and watched as they opened wide when I undid the button on his jeans.
“What are you doing, beautiful girl?” He breathed.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered, pulling down the zipper.
His cock jumped as I brushed it, only wet cotton blocking it from me now. Wet denim was a bitch to deal with, and his jeansstuck around his mid thighs. I didn’t have a lot of experience in this department, but I knew that Lukas was above average by the look of the bulge in his boxers—they were black and fitted and I was glad that water was pouring over us, because I might have drooled. I ran a finger down the length, and his hand moved to my wrist stopping me. I looked up at him, seeing how much he wants this.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
I just stared at him as I lowered to my knees. I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d read enough of Eloise’s spicy romance novels, I was sure I’d be able to manage. This was something I’d never done with Asher, had never really had a desire to do…but with Lukas…
I was finding that I wanted to try all sorts of things—that I wanted to touch and feel and taste every part of him. It scared me—the intensity of the feelings I felt after such a short period of time, but I wasn’t ready to cave to the fear yet. I relished in the way he made me feel—makes me feel.
I pulled down the waistband, and he sprung free. I heard his sharp intake of breath when I lightly ran my fingers over him. I used my hand to pump his length, before looking up at him meeting his gaze. I held it as I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up the underside of his length.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed out, his body jerking.
I grinned to myself and pulled my eyes away, focusing on figuring out what made him feel good. I did that and swirled my tongue around the tip, and used my hand to fist and pump him a bit before I attempted to take him any deeper. One of his hands was braced on the back of my head, the other against the wall. The one in my hair was gripping tight and the stinging burned in my eyes, but I didn’t complain. The throbbing between my legs was nearly unbearable, but I did my best to ignore it.
