I huffed out a laugh and pushed myself off the bed and out of the puddle of cooling jizz on the sheets.Mental note to find someone to change those.
When I entered the bathroom, he was already scrubbing himself. “Do you need me to wash you again?” I asked, unsure of my role now that the sex was over.
“Get in here.”
I stepped into the shower and nudged him out of the way to rinse myself off. Surprisingly, he moved over and leaned against the cool tile wall. Then his eyes did a slow up-down I felt all the way to my damned toes.
“I enjoyed fucking you.”
Jesus, this man had the magical ability to reinflate empty nuts. “Glad you’re getting your money’s worth. Jeremiah. Jedidiah? Jucifer?”
“Nope. None of those.”
He stepped forward and reached for my face with an open hand. I watched him carefully, unsure of what he had in mind.
The kiss shocked all the thoughts out of my head. When he’d first initiated a kiss with me—the night in the pool—I’d been shocked. But then he’d been wildly unpredictable.
Now, Locke Maris’s mouth was on mine, and both his hands held my face like I was something special. His lips were wet with shower water, his skin already scented with the sandalwood bodywash. Within seconds, his tongue moved past my lips, and my knees nearly gave out.
I clutched his hips to keep from slipping or falling back against the tiled wall but then realized the way he was holding my face meant I would have fallen toward him if anything.
Because he’d pulled me closer. Our chests brushed together, and then he shifted, stepping between my legs until my cock pressed against his hip. Instead of hissing and backing away like he might have done our first few times together, he pressed back against it, getting even closer and deepening the kiss.
He wasn’t in a hurry to end it. Even seemed to be enjoying it despite already nutting hard.
My head swam with the unexpected heat of the encounter. Locke’s sheer talent at kissing and his clear interest in continuing.
Which was when a strong knock could be heard from outside the bedroom.
Locke stepped back with a curse. “Give me a minute!” he shouted through the noise of the shower. Then his eyes landed on mine.
“Get cleaned up. I want you to come to the game room in an hour and bring me some fucking food. I’m already hungry.” He turned to step out of the shower, muttering, “Fucking salad.”
I washed myself quickly while watching him dry off, throw on deodorant, and comb his hair. Then he was gone.
What the fuck was that?
My entire body still shook with the aftereffects of that orgasm and the make-out session that followed. Since when did the man want to run laps around first base after already hitting a homer?
I pressed my fingers to my lips, feeling the leftover tingle of his stubble. My lips were probably cherry red right now. And I suspected I might have even had a minor hickey under my ear.
When I finally trusted myself to turn off the water and get out of the shower, the suite was silent. The only evidence of our sexual encounter was the absolutely destroyed bed and the bottle of lube lying open on the floor where it had fallen.
I quickly cleaned up and stripped the sheets after pouring and then spilling some of the coffee we had leftover from lunch onto the pristine white sheets.Oops.Instant non-jizz reason to throw the entire bundle into the wash.
The tablet mounted on the sitting room wall made the housekeeping request simple, and within minutes, a staff member had arrived to take care of it. When forty-five minutes had passed, I made my way to the kitchen and requested a snack and a fresh pot of coffee for Locke.
Roberto looked me up and down as he shook a frying pan on the stove. “Succhiotto?”
It wasn’t a word I was familiar with, but I got the feeling it meant hickey. My hand flew to the spot I’d noticed in the mirror. Roberto’s laugh filled the kitchen, enough to make several people turn and stare. He barked them back to work but then lifted an eyebrow at me.
“Stai attento con lui.”Be careful with him.
“Troppo tardi,” I muttered with a shrug.
Because itwastoo late. And being careful with Locke Maris at this point was like holding a ticket to paradise and not boarding the airplane.
When the tray was ready, I carried it back to the wing of the large villa that housed the game room and nodded to the guard.
