He retreated, dropping his hands by his sides. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all.” I grimaced. “Sorry. Normally I’d be all for you touching me there, but right now it’s kind of a no-go zone. Property of Aspen, if you will.”
“Ah. I understand.” He took a tentative step toward me again.
I glanced down. Bright purple and blue veins mapped my pale breasts, their angry streaks heading straight for my nipples.Oh great.“And sorry in advance if there’s…leakage.”
“Leakage?”
“It’s a nursing thing,” I replied with a shrug, arms still wrapped around me. I hadn’t experienced it myself, but I’d read enough mommy blogs to have an idea of what to expect.
He cocked his head. “Should I be concerned if it happens?”
“No. I just don’t know if it will. I haven’t done any ofthissince before,” I said, waving my hand over his sculpted body and too-tempting length.
“I see.”
“I just know it can happen when I’m turned on,” I said, figuring it was better to be upfront at this point instead of smacking him again if he got too close to making my balloon twins burst.
He looked up at me, arching a brow. “So you’re saying I should try to make you leak?”
“Goddess no.” I breathed out an awkward laugh. “I was just warning you.”
“By telling me that I might be able to see how much I turn you on?” He made a face like my words were some sort of intriguing challenge. Then he stood and grabbed more soap, lathering himself up. “Noted, Wicked. And not in the least worried if it happens.”
Instead of going back to washing my upper body, he grabbed more soap and knelt, painting circles over the softness of my belly. I clenched it in response, not that it did much since my abs had disappeared right along with my perfectly palmed-sized breasts. His hands ventured lower, parting my thighs as he gently lathered between them, moving down my legs until he’d made it to my toes.
He stood up, reaching over me again and grabbing for the shampoo before spinning me away from the water’s spray. Tugging back the ends of my hair so I lifted my chin to the sky, he massaged my scalp, working my tresses into a sparkling foam that smelled of lavender, stardust, and bad decisions. “Why don’t we take it one step at a time, starting with this shower?”
I nodded, my head still angled back, arching into him until the base of my spine met his hard length. Lifting his arm up, he grabbed the showerhead, taking it out of its holder and releasing some magic. It floated just above me while he combed through the strands of my wet hair. Then he waved his hands, drawing the sprayer across my shoulders, the suds trickling to the ground as he rinsed off every last bubble. With a snap of his fingers, its pulse quickened with my own, and he nudged my legs apart, splaying a hand across my waist, drifting its pressure to the sensitive nerves there.
I nearly slipped, and his grip tightened around me, then he walked me backward until I could sit down on the shower seat. He braced one arm on the tile, the other remained held out spelling the showerhead to aim between my legs, strumming my clit with its pelting water.
I arched back, savoring the sensation but also wanting to do one more thing before the little bit of my Desire possibly stole away the magic of this moment.
“You made a promise last night,” I said, looking up at him. His cock was mere inches away, its crimson tip begging for my lips to wrap around it.
Which is exactly what I did.
“Fuck, Wicked,” he growled, threading the fingers of one hand through my hair, pulling himself deeper into my mouth. It stole my breath in the best way, until he edged out of me a few inches. Gripping around him, I stroked up and down his shaft, twisting as I did.
I lapped up every salty drop of precum, licking up the slit at his tip, feeling more powerful than I had in months. He tugged my hair, thrusting into me, the water from the rain shower above beating down on his back. My eyes were glued to him with each drive of his hips as he fucked my mouth.
I continued stroking him, my head popping off his cock and snapping to the doorway when I could have sworn I heard Aspen’s cry.Fuck. Of course this would happen.
“He’s still asleep,” Lynx rasped, brushing back the soaking strands of my hair. “As good as you feel, I couldn’t forget about him.”
I sighed in relief, and he chuckled—until my eyes locked with his and I pulled him deep enough that he punched the back of my throat. “Shit.Just like that, Wicked.”
A flood of molten heat spread through my body, making me shudder around him.
“See how incredible you make me feel?”
I nodded, his desire spurring me to take him deeper, faster, wanting to taste
Every.
Last.
