‘Sweetheart, this isn’t how I planned for our future to begin; our first day back. Please, let’s not fight. I have to leave in a few hours, and believe me, it’s not by choice. But I must.’
‘I know,’ I mumble, holding out my hand to him. He takes it, lowering himself beside me and I rest my head on his arm. ‘You’re wasting water,’ I say referring to the still-running shower.
‘We could get in?’
‘You just want to see my boobs.’
‘And if I said I did...’
His words are left in the air as I stand and slip the shirt from my arms. Turning to look over my shoulder, I tell him if he loses the shorts, he can even help wash them.
There’s something about kissing... something sort of mysterious. An unthinking symbiosis where lips meet. Soft, like petals rubbing, each not wanting to bruise the delicate bloom, each keeping pace, almost like it’s been choreographed.
Until it peaks.
Things get frantic for a moment, mouths and teeth clashing, hands grasping as though to overpower, to conquer, to crush.
Water falls in a torrent around us, Kai’s body shielding me from the brunt of its force. My fingers are tight on his arse as his cock strains between us.
‘Not in here,’ Kai gasps, as I wriggle against him, trying to work him lower. I’m impatient and feeling a bit desperate. I’ve heard of spoiled orgasms, and while I’m pretty sure this isn’t one, so far this morning we’ve already buggered this up once.
I need him inside me. Stat.
‘What happened to making me sore,’ I tease. ‘Though Ihaveheard water can do that to you.’Create drag. My words end in a giggle. God, I kill sexy. And not in a good way.
The noise from his chest sounds more derisive than amused as he half turns to stem the flow. Turning back, he pulls me from the glass enclosure.
‘I’d say that all depends on what you use for lubrication.’ He throws me the tiniest towel, and it lands against my head. As I peel it back, the first thing I see is his smirk. The second is how he’s holding himself in his hand. Stroking, once... twice. Running his fingers over the tight head.
My hand reaches out unbidden as I stare at the one thing guaranteed to make me wet.
‘No touching. Not yet.’ His voice is like a warm caress as he takes my hand, leading me from the bathroom. ‘Go lay on the bed.’
Not that I’m eager or anything, but I’m probably there before the words are even out of his mouth.
‘Keep still.’ His voice is a low growl, almost a warning.
My fingers still from tapping nervously on the bedding as he towers over me, his nakedness, his rock-hard cock and abs making it difficult to concentrate.
‘I’m going to be gone for a while.’ His voice is almost a whisper—and without a hint of apology—his gaze intent on my own. ‘So I’m going to need you to do a few things for me.’ Somehow I can tell it isn’t laundry. ‘Take careof a few things for me.’
His tone drips with innuendo and I can’t help the wide smile I find I’m suddenly wearing. Without really thinking about it, my hand creeps over my hip, fingers inching lower still.
‘Oh, kitty-kat, I didn’t mean that,’ he adds, part tease, part reprimand as his liquor-lustre blaze stares down. ‘In fact, I meant quite the opposite.’
‘What—’ I begin when he turns and walks away.
Balanced on my elbows, I’m confused. Even more so as he opens a drawer. Coming back to the bed he has something black and lacy hanging from one crooked index finger.
‘Recognise these?’
‘They’re mine!’ Black lacy knickers, last seen on the floor after my first night with Kai. He’d said they hadn’t returned from the laundry service the next day, replacing them with expensive lingerie. Come to think of it, he also tied my hands together with them not long after that, holding me up against the door. I’d never seen them again after that. ‘You’re a dirty knicker thief.’
Funny how this sounds more like an encouragement than a reprimand.
His lips curl into a smile that could only be described as wicked.
‘Guilty as charged, for being dirty, at least.’ With this, he throws the scrap of underwear onto the bed. ‘But you knew that before you married me. Put them on.’
