15
FIONA
Zeke kissedme like nothing else existed. Not the stream of hot water behind us, or the discarded towel on the floor by his feet, or the specter of the stolen Monet hanging over our heads. His kiss consumed me until everything around us blurred and all I knew was the slide of his tongue against mine and the insistent throbbing between my legs that said I wanted to discover how that Prince Albert piercing felt sooner rather than later.
I felt warm water on my back and realized that he’d guided me into the shower. I tilted my head back to let the water run through my hair, and he latched onto my throat, kissing and nibbling his way from the base to my jawline. He squirted shampoo onto his palm, rubbed his hands together, and massaged it into my hair. My eyes closed and I groaned. God, that felt good. His firm fingers dug into the tense knots at the base of my skull.
“You are so good at that,” I murmured.
He rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and appliedconditioner. Next, he started to wash me. My limbs turned to jelly beneath his ministrations and it was all I could do to stand there and let him soap me. Once I was clean and smelled of roses rather than the lake, I grabbed the shampoo to return the favor. I had to stretch to lather his head, but it felt lovely to run my fingers through his hair and sense the tension ease from his body. I’d had sex less intimate than the experience of washing his hair.
He put his head under the water to wash out the shampoo. When he emerged, sputtering, I gently mopped the water from his eyes and started to massage soap into his firm, inked chest. The tattoos I’d caught glimpses of were on full display now. They flowed across his chest and down his arms, and on his back, a snake coiled around a scepter. It looked so lifelike I thought it might open its eyes at any second and hiss at me.
I eyeballed his cock, which was still hard. I was tempted to get to my knees and explore the piercing with my tongue, but my legs were shaky and I didn’t know if they’d hold me up.
“Bed?” I asked.
He flashed me a grin. “Hell, yeah.”
I turned off the shower and grabbed one of the fluffy towels hanging over the railing, handing the other to Zeke. We dried quickly—and not particularly thoroughly—and raced to the bedroom. I flopped onto one of the beds and Zeke lowered himself over me, inserting his legs between my thighs and nudging them apart. His erection pulsed over my sex and ground into me as he let me take some of his weight. I arched against him, sighing. It felt so good.
I hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, so I was coiled tight and primed to spring at the slightest touch. Zeke kissed me, his lips teasing mine while he rocked against me, fanning the flames of my desire.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” he murmured against my mouth. “Can I taste it?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I shuddered as he scooted down my body and settled his mouth over me. There was no gentle easing into it. He feasted on me like I was his favorite dessert. Throwing my head back, I cried out.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he growled. “Let me hear what I do to you.”
He tongued my clit, sucked, and used his mouth until I was writhing, my hands buried in his damp hair, pleading words spilling from my lips.
“Mm.” He raised his head and looked up at me, then licked his lips.
The heat within me coiled tighter.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“You’re decadent, Fi.”
“I need you,” I whispered. I’d deny that I’d said it until my dying day, but if he didn’t fill me right then and there, I might have screamed.
His expression softened. “You have me.” He sat back on his haunches and looked around, then his face seemed to freeze. “Uh, Fi, do you have a condom?”
I felt like face-palming. “Of course. I always keep a condom on me when I strip off my clothes and jump off a yacht in the middle of the night.”
He looked at me fondly. “Maybe you should.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe.” I waved toward the nightstand. “In there?”
He checked. “No. I guess most people have other things on their mind when they’re staying here.”
He climbed over me again, his cock pressing against the juncture of my thighs, and I rocked toward him instinctively.I needed to come. It wouldn’t take much. I didn’t think I’d ever been so desperate before.
“I had a test after Bergen,” I blurted. “I’m negative. I’m on contraception, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
His eyes widened, his pupils blowing out. “Are you saying you’d let me take you bare?”
