Clean it up afterward? Why does he—
Suddenly, Nessa understood why he’d asked about closing the door, and why he was trying to give her so much space.
He didn’t want her to feel trapped.
Her chest constricted, gratitude clogging her throat. He really was perfect for her, and that truth helped her relax. “You can close it, Murphy. I’m sure.”
She held out a steady hand for him, letting out a small breath when he took it, his warm palm enveloping hers. Stepping fully into the shower, Murphy’s body brushed against hers, the tip of his cock sliding against her lower belly.
Nessa tried to keep her expression neutral, but a flare of giddiness and desire swept over her.
That feels … nice.
More than a little nice, actually. It felt freaking exhilarating.
Seeing the physical evidence of Murphy’s lust fueled her own, and her core spasmed, already aching for another orgasm.
She glanced down between them, her lips parting slightly at the thick tip pressed against her stomach. A drop of precum glistened from the tip, drawing her attention.
What if she slid her thumb over his cockhead, coating it in his cum? She licked her lips. She could almost taste him, could almost feel him filling her mouth, sliding his shaft down her throat until he hit the back of it.
She could picture it now; getting on her knees for Murphy. Cradling his balls while she stroked his shaft, laving at his tip with teasing licks as she stared up at him, wholly devoted to making him come undone.
Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks.
He’d look down at her with a dark, hungry look in his eyes. She could practically feel his fingers in her hair, holding her head to him as he lost himself to passion, thrusting into her mouth.
“Sorry, I can turn the other way,” Murphy offered gruffly, closing the door behind him. His voice shook her from her thoughts, and she blushed, looking away from his groin before he noticed how focused she’d been on it.
“No, don’t. I-It’s fine,” she told him, standing completely still so they remained touching.Definitelyfine.
Despite her best efforts, her gaze tracked back down his body, stopping on the stiff length between them. God, he was huge. Why was that so intimidating and so sexy all at once?
“Are you going to turn the shower on, Nes?” Laughter filled Murphy’s voice.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Oh, no. He’d just caught her ogling him like a piece of meat. Like a sinful piece of delicious—
“Nessa,” Murphy drawled, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Does something have you distracted?”
“Hm?” She blinked up at him innocently. “Me? Distracted? Not at all.”
Just then, his cock flexed against her belly. Nessa jerked in surprise, making a choked noise low in her throat.
Murphy snorted. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.”
Her heart fluttered at the nickname. He’d said it earlier, while he’d been giving her an amazing orgasm. She loved it, especially how effortless it sounded from his lips.
“You’re staring at it again,” he commented lightly.
Nessa rolled her eyes, forcing herself to look back up at his face. “No, I’m not.”
Okay, she had been. Sue her.
Shaking his head in amusement, Murphy leaned forward, grabbing the shower handle and turning it on.
Cold water hit Nessa’s side, and she yelped, shivering immediately. “That’s so cold!”
