“I know,” he says simply, offering nothing else.
He walks over to me and slowly reaches his hands around my neck and unties my top, letting it fall to the sink. “How does it feel?”
“Right now?” I pant out like a horny school girl.
He smiles, understanding the statement behind the question. Sliding his hands under my armpits, he lifts me off the counter and stands me up. He slowly drops to his knees, planting a kiss along the long red streak that starts above my left hip and angles down to my right leg as he pulls my bottoms off.
My fingers lock into his hair, offering me balance as I step out of my bathing suit.
“Do you need help in the shower?”
“Hmm,” I drag out, bringing my finger to my chin flirtatiously as I climb into the shower.
The hot water hitting my jellyfish sting makes my legs buckle as I let out a groan.
Jax rushes in and grabs me, hoisting me back up. “I was only kidding about needing help, but now I think you may actually need it.”
“I’m ok. It just caught me off guard.”
“So you don’t need my help?” He asks, standing in the shower with his bathing suit still on.
I stare at him for a second, the water droplets running down his face, then dripping on his shirt does things to me. Almost makes me forget I have lava coursing over my vagina and not in the good way. “I definitely need help.” I latch my fingers onto the top of his shorts and give them a gentle tug. He takes over, sliding them the rest of the way down.
“No sexy time, though. You’re injured.”
“Are you serious?”
He lets out a puff of air.
“I may need to get someone else to help me, then. I heard orgasms help the sting go away faster.”
“Is it the same place Lizzy heard that peeing on a sting helps?”
“Possibly.”
“Well, we should at least try one of those. For scientific purposes only.”
“Of course.” I thrust my fist in the air. “Go science!”
“Dork,” he winks. He runs his finger over my sting and an ache radiates through my body, but not as bad as before. “Here.” He grabs me by the shoulders and positions me under the showerhead. “Let’s wash your hair.”
He works his fingers through, massaging my scalp, then adds in the shampoo, working it into a thick lather.
“Conditioner, lots of conditioner.”
He works the conditioner into my hair and lets it sit while he grabs the loofa, squeezes soap on it, then works it over my body. “How’s the sting?”
“Not too bad.”
He drops to his knees, so his muscular tattooed frame is sitting in front of me, looking up at me with those dark eyes. He runs the loofa slowly up my leg, brushing it over my pussy before he moves it down the other leg.
“You know, the shower seems to be our favorite place to have sex.”
“Who says we’re having sex? You’re injured.”
My eyes shoot open, like a child who was promised ice cream, but it just got ripped away.
He chuckles. “We only talked about orgasms, andthatyou will have.” He leans his head down and feathers his tongue up to my clit.
