I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow.
Her brows flick down briefly before she understands. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” I tug her panties over her hips, and she steps out for me a beat before I send them flying across the bathroom.
A giggle bursts from her lips.
Much fucking better.
“How’s the shower coming along, Captain?” she breathes.
“I have one last job before I wash up.”
“Oh?”
I spread her thighs with my hands, and she slaps a palm to the tiled wall, steadying herself.
Holding her gorgeous brown eyes with my own, I send my tongue through her center and brush my thumb over her clit.
The last trace of mirth hanging over her features disintegrates to something akin to ecstasy. “Mi?—”
Hell, she tastes incredible. My cock jerks with every stroke I take over her soaked center, my balls cinching with the taste, the feel of her velvet entrance.
Christ.
Flicking my tongue over her clit, I sink two fingers inside her. Her wet heat closes around my digits, and I’m all butlightheaded with the feel of her. I’ve tumbled, falling right into my own heaven. And I have barely started.
I suckle down hard on her clit, and she clamps down around my fingers, uttering a string of curses punctuated with my name.
Fuck yes, beautiful.
Legs trembling, hands pulling at my hair, she whines when I stay on my knees. “Come on, Milo. That’s the least of what this girl needs.”
She looks so stunning, cheeks flushed, lips parted, hair a mess, bare breasts heaving with every dam breath. I could so easily ask...
The water turns cold, and London squeals, jumping out of the spray.
I rise and lather my body. Not even the cold water of the fall pipes could temper the heat she’s stirred up in my body right now. Rinsing off, I step out, and London hands me a towel. I reach for it, and she doesn’t let it go. Instead, she pulls me closer with my grip around the towel.
“I believe you promised you were all mine when you were clean,” she whispers.
I am, beautiful. Have been for a long while now.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good.” The word is threadbare. Her brown eyes are so dark, never wavering from my face.
She turns and walks to the bedroom, those hips swaying as she sweeps her hair to one side, letting it fall over her chest and out of sight.
I can only stare. Stunned by the fact this is the moment I waited for so long. Twice now.
Swallowing, I follow her to the bedroom. I cross the threshold to find her kneeling on the side of the bed, her back to me, her head turned to look over her shoulder.
And fuck.
You don’t have to tell this man twice.
I close the distance and sink my mouth over the angle where her shoulder meets that elegant neck of hers.
