The door slams behind us, and I'm already pulling Reese toward our bathroom, my fingers tugging at the hem of my hoodie she's wearing.
"Off," I growl, yanking it up and over her head. Her hair falls in a messy curtain around her shoulders, and she blinks up at me, lips parted.
"Demanding much?" she says, but she's smiling as she reaches for the waistband of her leggings, shimmying them down her hips.
I strip off my own shirt, tossing it aside. "Gotta get every bit of evidence off you," I say, nodding toward the flecks of dried crimson on her collarbone, her neck, evencaught in her hair.
I kick off my jeans and underwear in one go, not missing how her eyes drop to my cock, still half-hard. "Shower."
She rolls her eyes but obeys, stepping out of her panties and pulling her sports bra off. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her naked body like it always does. All the lean muscle and soft curves that I've been fucking dreaming about for years.
I turn on the water, adjusting the temperature before pulling her in with me. The spray hits us both, and I watch as rivulets of pink-tinged water swirl down the drain. Blood washing away, evidence disappearing.
"You’re being awfully bossy," she says, tilting her head back to wet her hair.
I reach for the shampoo, squeezing a dollop into my palm. "Turn around," I order, and she does, presenting her back to me. I work the shampoo into her hair, my fingers massaging her scalp. "I'm always bossy. You're just usually too stubborn to listen."
She hums, leaning into my touch. "That feels amazing."
"Tilt your head back," I say, guiding her under the spray to rinse. The suds slide down her back, over the curve of her ass. I grab my net sponge and pour body wash onto it.
"Arms up," I command, and she raises them above her head, stretching like a cat.
I start with her shoulders, scrubbing in circles, watching as foam builds on her skin.
I work the sponge lower, watching suds cascade down the curve of her back. It's hypnotizing—the way the soap slides across her skin, revealing inch after inch of perfection.My cock stiffens fully as I trace the dip of her spine, the flare of her hips.
"Look at you," I murmur, running the sponge down her arms. "My little killer all covered in soap instead of blood."
She glances over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "Little killer? Is that my new nickname?"
"Fits, doesn't it?" I kneel behind her, working the sponge over the backs of her thighs. "Never seen anything sexier than you straddling that bitch, hands in her hair."
Reese laughs, a sound that bounces off the shower walls. "You're so fucked up, Ramsey."
"You're just figuring that out now?" I squeeze more body wash onto the sponge, working it in circles over the perfect curve of her ass. "Turn around."
She obeys, pivoting to face me. I'm still on my knees, eye-level with her pussy. My mouth waters at the sight of her, but I force myself to focus on the task at hand. I run the sponge up her calves, over her knees, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
"Cold?" I ask, working higher.
"Not exactly," she breathes, her hands finding my wet hair.
I smirk, taking my time with her thighs, deliberately avoiding where she wants me most. The sponge trails over her hipbones, her stomach, up to the underside of her breasts. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention.
"C'mon, let's finish," I say, standing up and pulling her against me. My cock slides against her stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her wet skin. "I want to lay you out onour bed and feast on this pussy until you're screaming my name."
She puts a hand on my chest, stopping me. To my surprise, she shakes her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Before I can react, she's dropping to her knees in front of me, the shower spray hitting her back as she looks up at me through wet lashes.
"Baby," I breathe, shocked at the sight of her kneeling before me, water cascading down her body. My cock twitches inches from her face, and she wraps her fingers around the base.
"Well, I do believe you said I need to make it up to you," she says, her voice low and teasing. Her tongue darts out to lick a drop of water from the head of my cock, and my knees almost buckle.
"Yeah, but this isn't what I meant," I manage to say, though my body is screaming at me to shut the fuck up. "You don't need to do this."
She looks up at me, those hazel eyes burning with something I've never seen before. "Oh, I know," she says, her breath hot against my dick. "But I want to."
Before I can say another word, she takes me into her mouth, and holy fuck, it's like being swallowed by heaven. Her lips stretch around my girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deeper.
