“Mm-hm.” He leans over to plant a kiss at the edge of my scored flesh. I’m not sure if I want to look, even in the reduced lighting. When he withdraws his finger, he wipes it clean on my lower belly, then pulls me on top of him.
My groan startles him into opening both eyes fully. “What’s hurting?”
“It might be quicker to list the bits of me that aren’t,” I suggest, wrinkling my nose. “And why exactly did you stop?”
He carefully moves me to the side, then leaps to his feet, not exactly the response I was going for with that question. He strides into the bathroom, turning on the shower before he returns and lifts me from the bed.
“Ah,” I squeal, clutching at him and igniting a burn across his scored initials. “Aren’t you hurting, too?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m a man. It doesn’t count.”
In the bathroom, he sets me on my feet again as I blink against the bright light, my hurt eye watering.
“Wow,” Lachlan says. “A whack in the face really doesn’t suit you.”
The comment hits my funny bone, making me squeal with laughter until I grasp hold of him to keep my balance.
“You also need to be exposed to more comedy if you think that’s funny,” he comments, testing the water and apparently deciding it’s ready for us because he pushes me inside the cubicle. “Nuh-uh-uh,” he chides as I reach for the shampoo. “I’m in charge of cleaning.”
“It’s only fair if you’re in charge of cleaning me, I should be in charge of you.”
“Fair?” He snorts, dumping a generous helping of two-in-one straight on my head. “What world are you living in where things are fair?”
I lean down to pump some bodywash into my hand, taking charge of rubbing it all over Lachlan, paying less attention to what he needs cleaned and more attention to what it will feel good to rub my hands over.
“I’m not sure the makers of this body wash expected it to be used as a lubricant,” he teases as I rub his cock clean, repeating the process over and over because it keeps growing larger and that must surely mean it needs more attention.
He twists me around, dunking my head under the nozzle and holding my shoulders for a second so I know how he wants me to stand. His gentle fingers part my hair, exposing the bumps and scrapes to the cleansing spray. It stings a little, but the touch is more pleasant than painful.
“I think you’ll live.”
“Thank goodness.”
He briefly hugs me back against him, then lets me spinaround to face him again. My fingertips find the wound I inflicted on him last night, frowning at the angry red of the edges. “Is this infected?”
“No, it’s healing. If it was infected, the surrounding flesh would turn red and puffy.”
Lachlan examines his handiwork on me. “Does it hurt?”
“Does my knife wound hurt?” I cock an eyebrow, too cheeky for my own good.
When an expression of faux outrage forms, I circumvent it with a kiss. Meaning to make it short, I instead letting myself be drawn into the sensation, closing my eyes, cupping his strong jaw in my hands.
He lifts me, cradling my arse and pressing my shoulders against the cold shower walls to hold me in place. When I’m steady, he raises my legs further, bending my knees over his shoulders, putting me completely at his mercy as he pushes first one, then two fingers into me, scissoring them to stretch me wide, then clamping them together as he thrusts them in and out, picking up speed as my palms press flat against the slippery wall of the cubicle.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod, my tongue darting out to lick my lips, then saying, “Yes,” when he threatens to pause activity. “It’s so good.”
“I want you to come on my fingers. Are you ready?”
“I’m not…” My voice squeaks and I swallow, shaking my head. “I can’t just do it on command.”
His thumb tightens along my jaw as he pulls my ear closer, growling, “You can, and you will.”
A thousand tingles race each other across my scalp, burying themselves in my spine and spiralling down my body, sending out a cascade of pleasurable signals. It’s like his voice taps intosome unknown erogenous zone that makes my nerve endings sparkle.
My building arousal explodes into a higher gear as Lachlan adds his thumb to the pleasure mix, alternating between its rough pad circling my clit and pressing the heel of his palm hard against me, driving me higher and higher.
