Confusion flickers across his face as he makes sure I'm steady.
“You've been so patient,” I say, trailing my fingers down his chest, over the ridges of his abs. “So careful with me. Taking care of me.”
His breathing gets rougher as my hand moves lower. “Sweetheart?—”
“Let me take care of you this time.” I sink to my knees on the shower floor, the warm water cascading over both of us.
“Jesus.” His hand shoots out to brace against the wall, his whole body going rigid as I stroke his girthy length.
“You don't have to,” he murmurs.
“I want to.” I look up at him through the spray, my pulse zooming with nerves and excitement. “Show me what you like?”
For a long moment, he just stares down at me, his muscles clenched so tight they're jumping. Then his free hand slides into my wet hair, gentle but possessive.
“You're going to unravel me,” he rasps.
“That's the plan.”
His laugh is strained, edged with disbelief.
“Come on, tell me what you want.”
He makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Everything.”
I wrap my hand around him more tightly, and he hisses through his teeth, his hips surging forward involuntarily.
“So sexy,” I murmur, exploring him with curious touches, learning what makes his breath catch, what makes his grip in my hair tighten.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his hip, then another lower, testing his reaction. His whole body shudders.
“Liberty.” My name comes out strangled. “Really, you don't have to…”
I take him in my mouth, and whatever he was about to say dissolves into a curse. There’s no way I can get past halfway, but the sound he’s making tells me that it’s probably okay.
His hand flexes, not pulling my hair, just holding on. “God, yes. Just like that. Fuck me. Your mouth is divine.”
The praise sends heat rushing through me.
I'm clumsy at first, uncertain, but his reactions guide me. The way his breathing changes, the rough sounds he makes, the way his thighs tense under my free hand, tell me what he likes.
“So good,” he rasps. “That mouth is lush—fuck.”
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, and he finds a rhythm, clenching his thighs, swaying against me.
CHAPTER 22
“Come here,” I growl, hauling her against me.
Her legs wrap instinctively around my hips, and I grab a heated towel and walk us out of the steamy bathroom and into the suite.
Water drips everywhere. The bed is still unmade from the night before, sheets rumpled in a way that makes heat punch low in my stomach.
I sink onto the mattress with her straddling my lap, holding her there, feeling her every breath against me.
While some darker, primal part of me wanted to climb on top of Liberty and bend her sweet body to my will, I want her in control.
Need her to feel safe more than I need air. So having her on my lap is the way this is going down. At first, at least. We’ll see where this goes.
