“I'm going to shower, then make us some lunch,” Merrick said as we made it to the top of the stairs. He turned and headed for his room.
Braxen grunted, took my hand, and drew me down the hallway. Into his room. He shut the door.
And then he was on me—his hands sweeping over my body as his lips claimed mine. I went from exhausted to excited instantly and yanked him closer. We fumbled at our clothes. We knocked into furniture. Things fell to the floor. Brax drew me across the room as we continued to kiss.
I heard water and opened my eyes. We were in the bathroom and the shower was going. Brax was naked. He still looked horrifying, but now it was in a sexy way. He stepped into the spray and the water ran red. I stood back, giving him time to rinse off most of the blood. But he didn't want to wait. Braxen pulled me into the stall and shut the glass panel behind me.
It was a big shower. One of those things with tile everywhere and a built-in bench. Shampoo, soap, and conditioner sat on a recessed shelf. I grabbed a cloth hung over a hook and poured some bodywash into it. The scent ofpine, warm spices, and vanilla filled the shower. I smiled as I recognized Braxen's scent. Brax reached for the cloth.
I evaded Braxen and set the soapy thing on his chest. A growl rumbled through him. A good growl. When I started to wash him, his head fell back on a moan. I took Braxen's hand and drew him out of the spray so I could clean him thoroughly. After his chest, I moved on to his arms. He obediently lifted them for me. Then I cleaned his face. While I moved on, he leaned backward into the spray to rinse off.
Sliding the cloth around Braxen's waist, I moved to his back. I took my time washing him, feeling his hard muscles through the thick, wet fabric and leaving a soapy trail behind. My free hand felt left out, so it joined in, using the soap to massage him. Another groan. Then I moved down. His ass was perfection—rounded with muscle and just enough fat. I couldn't resist squeezing a plump cheek before moving on to his legs.
“Lomasi,” Braxen said with a sigh.
I moved the cloth between his legs. Down his thighs. Over his calves. With a normal man, I might have been eager to get to his sex, but Braxen had so much to admire. I took my time enjoying every part of his back before I went around to his front. I had crouched to wash him so this brought my face in line with his sex. It twitched. Still, I paced myself washing the front of his legs, glorying in following the defined muscles. A glance up told me that Brax avidly watched me, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. At last, I soaped up his shaft and balls.
“Fuck!” Brax slapped a hand against the wall.
I pushed back gently on his thighs, easing him into the spray. As soon as he was clean, Braxen returned to me, andI reached for him with hands and lips. Rising on my knees, I kissed the tip of his thick cock. Tasted him. Groaned at the feel of him on my tongue. Then, rolling my stare up to watch him, I slipped my mouth around him.
“Lo,” he panted. “Oh, fuck, Lomasi. You look amazing. Youfeelamazing.”
Braxen's hips swayed forward, but he restrained himself from thrusting. I grinned around his cock before tightening my lips. Then I was moving over him slowly, taking him as deep as possible. Braxen's panting got louder. Faster. His hands gripped my shoulders.
Then, with a cry, Brax yanked me to my feet and into a kiss. I groaned into his mouth, knowing it was at last time for us to come together. But Braxen just kept kissing me. When he finally eased back, it was to retrieve the cloth that had fallen to the floor. He applied more bodywash and began to scrub me.
Smiling at Braxen's focused expression, I reached for the shampoo. As he washed me, I washed his hair. Brax got to his knees with a grin, letting me scrub at his scalp before he leaned back into the spray. I loved watching him, but my eyes kept drifting shut to enjoy the feeling of his hands on me. Slowly cleaning my skin. My breasts, my belly, my thighs. He washed everywhere. Then he drew the cloth up my inner thighs and gently cleaned my sex. I canted my hips forward and pressed against the cloth. The cloth fell with a wet thud, leaving behind Braxen's fingers. He rubbed and slipped them over me, sending zings up my spine—sparkling pleasure that sent me jerking forward to brace myself on his chest. A happy growl vibrated beneath my hands. But before I could climax, his hand fell away.
“Rinse,” Braxen said.
I shuddered as I stepped under the hot spray, taking the chance to wet my hair as well. Before I moved out of it, Braxen, still on his knees, bent into the water and latched onto my clit. Unerringly finding that bud with his tongue, he pressed his mouth against me to form a seal. Around in circles, then up and down through my sex. Inside.
A wild spasm rocked me, sending me jerking against Braxen. He steadied me and drew me back, out of the water. I hastily swiped at my eyes, eager to look at him. I needed the memory of him on his knees before me. The sight alone was enough to make me shiver. But then I met his stare. Braxen's eyes were circles of green fire. His face was pressed tightly against my sex, barely moving. But his tongue worked diligently. He grabbed my right thigh and hefted my leg over his shoulder, then moved forward to taste more of me.
“Brax,” I moaned. “Oh, Gods. Braxen.” I smacked my palms against the tile, nails clawing the glossy surface, and rolled my head.
Brax paused to say, “Wash your hair, Lomasi.”
“What?” I looked down at him in confusion.
“Wash your hair while I lick you.”
“Oh. Okay,” I murmured.
It took me a bit to get my hands to move. But then I was working in the shampoo, the feel of my fingers on my scalp adding to the pleasure coming from below. Braxen drew his tongue up the seam of me, then focused on my clit again. I moaned as I leaned my head back into the spray.
“Now, conditioner,” he said.
“What?!” I nearly shrieked.
How was he thinking about this shit when he was giving me oral sex?
“I want your hair soft,” Braxen's words were a growl that vibrated against my flesh.
I moaned and reached for the conditioner.
Only after I had conditioned and rinsed did Braxen get to his feet. He turned off the water and left the shower, running a brusque hand over his hair to fling off excess water. I swayed on my feet, so close to climax that I was trembling. But Braxen didn't leave me. He returned with a towel and wrapped it around me. As I stared at him in obvious need, he wrung out my hair, then started to dry it.
