He swears viciously, and then I jolt when he drops to his knees, and his hot tongue drags through my pussy. Baelfire moans and presses in deeper, clearly forgetting about the shower filling up with steam in front of me. Before I can get too lost in how incredible it feels, I step away, moving into the warm spray.
After all, I really am gross from combat training. It's borderline embarrassing how fast the water going down the drain turns dark with blood and dirt.
Baelfire joins me without bothering to remove his towel, and the next few minutes are…confusing. Because even though he's gentle and soothing in all his touches as he covers his hands with soap to lather up my body…they're still hands.
On me. Skin on skin.
That familiar prickling feeling starts to crawl down my neck.
He starts washing my hips and thighs, but I step away, shutting my eyes to breathe. "Wait. I just…I need a second to?—"
"You know you don't have to explain anything," Baelfire murmurs, giving me the time I need to keep my thoughts from spiraling. "I fucking love touching you like this, Maven, but if it's getting difficult for you, tell me and we'll stop."
I arch a brow and look pointedly at the raging hard-on that's barely concealed under his wet towel. Because of our height difference, it's impossible to miss right in front of me.
"He'll calm down once your addictive scent isn't burning me alive from the inside out," he moans dramatically.
My lips twitch. I step closer to him, putting his hands back on my hips. "I don't want to stop. I want you to wash me and thenfuck me. But only after you've begged," I add, because I think I want that just as badly as he obviously does.
Baelfire's breathing turns staccato. "You'll let me actually…?"
"Not until you finish washing me. I want to be nice and clean before you try to fit all ofthatinside me."
"Oh, fuck."
After that, Baelfire washes me in an almost fevered state, his rasping breath and molten gaze working together with his large hands to make me wet as hell as he cleans me thoroughly.
When he shampoos my hair, his fingertips massage along my scalp. My mouth drops open, and I shut my eyes.
"Enjoying it, baby?" he asks, his voice thick.
No one has ever washed my hair for me before. Besides Lillian, and that was only when I was very young. But bathing out of a bucket was nowhere near this pleasant.
"It feels amazing."
"I'll do this every fucking day for you if you want."
He's done with my hair, so I tip my head back to glance up at him. "Right now, all I want is the sweet sound of your begging."
His eyes are pools of amber heat as he turns me to face him just outside the shower spray. Then he drops to his knees, buries his face between my breasts, and licks my scar there. That sends a jolt of both shock and need through me, and reflexively, I twist my fingers in his wet hair to wrench his head back.
He moans.
"You really do want to be punished, don't you?" I breathe, tracing the wet collar around his throat with my fingertips. "You look so good on your knees like this. I just wish I'd put this collar on you myself. Only for when we're alone, just for me to see, because we both know you're my good little pet."
Not that there's anything little about him.
Baelfire is panting now, and he reaches down to squeeze his hard cock through the towel still wrapped around his waist. "Oh,gods, yes. You have no idea how much I'd fucking love that."
"Good answer."
I lean down to sprinkle kisses on his face. He shuts his eyes and basks in it, not caring about the water dripping on his face. It's fascinating, pressing my lips all over him like this. I've only kissed lips until now.
Finally, I straighten, and when he opens his golden eyes, there's nothing short of worship in them.
Take it from me, Baelfirelovesto watch a girl's expression when he's railing them.
Sierra's nasty words crawl up from some bitter recess of my mind. But somehow, being here with Baelfire right now, in this intimate moment, I feel nothing but curiosity about how I can use that.
