She closes her eyes, and I take in the strength and beauty of the creature before me. It’ll take time for her to stop avoiding her pain, but for now I’m happy to give her a distraction. I unwrap the stick-thin bar of soap and lather my hands, then I caress them over Lor’s soft skin. Over the swallow tattoos behind her ear and down her neck, her strong arms, the curve of her waist and hips.
It feels like worship as I lower to my knees to wash her legs and feet.
When I glance up, Lor is staring down at me. Emotions flicker through her eyes, one after the other. It’s like a slideshow of confusion and lust, doubt and hope. My lips tip up in a tender smile, and my eyes catch on a stream of bubbles as they flow down her body.
27
HANDS ON THE HEADBOARD
Lor
I think Ro is the one turning me insane, not the star-chasing. My thoughts swirl as his hands flex and glide across my skin. Every time I open my eyes, they go straight to his new tattoo.
The one he got for me.
I don’t know how to feel about it. The anxious part of me is stuck on our future, wondering how we’re going to possibly make it work, while every other molecule of my being is yearning to be here with Ro. Of course, that also sends my anxiety spinning, because what does it mean that he’s here with me?
He said he loves me, but my mom was supposed to love me and she didn’t stay. Could he be telling the truth? Can I trust him not to hurt me, not to leave me? Can I trust myself to…
My eyes flick back to the tattoo, and I quickly clench them closed. My avoidance is legendary by now, and to prove my own point, I force all my thoughts and worries aside to focus on the man in front of me.
I trace his other tattoos with a heated gaze—the old, safe ones—as he leans back and takes my foot in one hand. He props it on his shoulder, spreading me open as his eyes devour me, and aclenching ache moves through my core. I suck in a breath when he swipes his hands up my leg to the crease where it meets my hip, then he stops and looks up at me.
Those gorgeous hazel eyes are my undoing. His lips twitch as his eyes spark, then he drops his hands back to my ankle where he massages slow circles into my skin.
A demon, no doubt.
I groan at his teasing, and his lips slant further, enough that he can’t hide the smirk this time. I narrow my eyes when I realize if it was up to him, he’d likely drag this out all night. I lick my lips and tilt my head as I survey our positions and the demon before me.
Then I tense the muscles in my leg, the one he has propped up, using it to my advantage to shove him back against the shower wall. He lets out a surprised yelp as his eyes dart up to mine.
It’s my turn to smirk as I pin him to the wall, and his hand tightens its grip on my calf. I lick my lips as my heart rate speeds up, the playful glint in his eye spurring me on. I leave my foot where it is against his shoulder as I angle my body closer. His eyes flit between my face and my pussy, and I slide a gentle hand into his hair, pressing my fingers into his scalp. Ro closes his eyes and lets his head fall back into my palm.
Silly demon.
I clench my hand into a fist, gripping a handful of his hair tight enough to sting, and his startled eyes fly open to meet mine. One side of my mouth tilts up, and his eyes somehow widen even more.
“Lick me,” I say, my voice coming out low and husky with desire.
Ro’s eyes flash as his gaze darts back down between my legs. He attempts to jerk forward, but he’s stopped by my fist stilltight in his hair. He shoots a glare up at me and I eye him, holding him away from me for another moment.
“Give me what I want,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “No more teasing. No more playing. No edging.”
To my surprise, Ro’s face splits into a delighted grin.
“I’m not sure if I like that mantra more or less than my old one.”
Before I can question what he means, he rips his hair from my grip, loops his arms around to grab my ass, and shoves his face straight between my legs. His tongue is hotter than normal when he swipes it up to circle my clit, and I gasp at the sensation.
I can feel him grinning against me as he licks and sucks, circles and nips. True to my instruction, he doesn’t tease, or play, or edge me even once. It’s overwhelming how good it feels.
His every touch is a demand, and my body has no choice but to obey. I’m coming hard before I know it, an inferno lighting me up inside and scorching every nerve as it crashes over me. Too much, too fast, and then it’s over.
I pant above him, not sated in the least, and Ro licks his lips as he leans back.
“Not quite what you were looking for?” he says with a cheeky grin.
I press my foot hard into his shoulder, ensuring he gets the message to stay, then I drop it so both feet are on the shower floor as I step back to rinse and attempt to catch my breath.
