“I douched,”I said as Kess opened the door. “And I am one hundred percent ready for you to fuck me.”
“And on that note, I’ll be going,” Emery said, smirking as he stacked paperwork on the big kitchen island.
“Oh shit,” I said, burying my face in my hands.
Kess cracked up and dragged me inside. “Don’t worry, Emery was just leaving.” He shot his friend a look. “Right. Now.”
Emery held up his hands. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
“Good,” Kess said, swatting his ass as he left.
I buried my face in Kess’s chest. “I can never show my face to that man ever again.”
“Well, considering that he came up with a really killer business idea, you’re probably going to see even more of him.”
I fake sobbed, but then Kess cut me off with a deep, searching kiss. Why were his kisses so damned good?
“So,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “You douched, huh?”
“I’m not pushing!” I was quick to explain. “But I am sorta desperate. So, you know. Do with that what you will.”
He chuckled and nosed my still-damp hair. “I need to shower and was going to have you join me?—”
“I don’t mind getting in the shower again,” I said, probably too quickly.
“Good,” he said, then took my hand and led me to his bathroom.
I whistled under my breath at the expanse of limestone flooring and wall tiles mixed with gray cabinetry and turquoise accents.
“This is as big as my cabin,” I said, hip-checking him. “Very fancy.”
“Close, but that cabin is special to me, so don’t make fun of it.”
I sent him a salute, then let my arms awkwardly fall to my side.
I was more nervous than I wanted to let on, but I hadn’t been lying—I wanted this so badly.
Kess kissed me gently, then whispered, “Get undressed, love.”
I inhaled sharply at the nickname but didn’t hesitate to drag my T-shirt over my head.
“Your chest hair highlights these compact muscles of yours, and it drives me out of my mind,” he said, the hunger in his eyes matching his words one-for-one.
“Yeah?” I asked, hopefully sounded confident as I ran my hand up and down my chest.
“Mm. Add in your beard and this fucking hair,” he said, twirling a tiny braid around his finger, “and I’m a goner.”
He released me, then slowly took off his shirt. The rest of his clothes quickly followed before he stepped back to me. We held each other, skin against skin, as we kissed.
With one hand wrapped around my waist, he turned on the hot water, then went back to kissing me until it steamed up thebathroom. After adjusting the temperature, he gestured for me to join him. I snuggled up against him and we stood under the water, kissing. We took a few minutes to soap up, and he made sure to thoroughly wash my undercarriage.
“Just a little extra because my tongue is about to be there.”
“Oh fuck,” I said breathlessly.
He laughed, then wrapped me up in his arms. “Figured we’d start with something I already know you like.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
