He didn’t speak, his breaths sawing in and out of his lungs as she used both hands, one to cup him, the other to stroke the steely length of his erection. They remained like that as she worked him. There was no pretense as they both knew she wasn’t doing this with cleanliness in mind.
“I’m going to come,” he warned.
Acadia nodded, then dropped her gaze to the thick stalk of flesh in her fist. She watched raptly, feeling him pulse in her hand. Her grip tightened, helping him along.
When he came, it was with a dark rumble in his chest.
A sound that very nearly triggered her own orgasm.
Restraint was a damn good thing tohave in times like this.
Kaj knew firsthand because the temptation this female presented was unlike anything he’d ever known before. He’d damn near lost his shit when he’d seen her kneeling before him, peering up at him with those glittering purple eyes, her lips slightly open. The mental image of her taking him into her mouth had nearly had him falling to the floor.
Thank God for self-restraint, no matter how fragile.
“Leave me,” he demanded as he fought to catch his breath, his cock still hard, still aching. Probably had to do with the fact he was still firmly in Acadia’s smooth grip, her small fingers curled loosely around his flesh.
Concern and what looked a hell of a lot like anger glittered in those intriguing amethyst eyes when they leveled on him.
“Now,” he insisted. “Go, Acadia.”
He hissed when she released him, then watched as she stormed out, her long silky hair down to her hips swaying as she moved. He’d never seen her with her hair down and he had to admit, he liked the look. She seemed more approachable that way.
Kaj had to close his eyes as he relied on the tiled wall to hold him up. He heard Acadia’s footsteps as she walked around the bathroom. He was aware of her getting a towel, the soft brush of it against her skin sounding in his ears. The whisper of silk as she retrieved her dress echoed back at him, and finally, she was leaving.
Only then did he open his eyes, his attention shifting to his spent cock. Only, the damn thing was still standing rigid despite the mind-obliterating orgasm.
Yep, it was safe to say he wanted her with a passion that knew no bounds. And had she not left him alone, chances were, he would’ve taken her right here in the shower, wounds be damned.
It took a few minutes to gather his wits, but Kaj eventually shut off the water, then shuffled out of the shower only to find a plush towel waiting for him, draped over the towel warmer. Damn female. Why did she have to be so good to him? God knew he didn’t deserve it. While she was attempting to take care of him, Kaj was taking advantage of her. That damn hand job was proof. He should’ve insisted on washing himself, not requesting her to do so. But, of course, he had wanted to feel her touch, to see her hands as they moved over him. And he hadn’t been lying. Efficiency wasn’t something he was capable of considering bending at the waist was damn near impossible. The pain in his chest was searing, a reminder that he was still healing though he wasn’t sure why the fuck it was taking so long.
As for the happy ending … well, he hadn’t expected it, nor had he done anything to prevent it.
It wouldn’t surprise him if Acadia never came back. He wouldn’t blame her, that was for damn sure.
He grunted as he attempted to dry himself, then gave up, tossing the towel onto the counter by the sink. He moved over, intending to brush his teeth, but stumbled, the pain in his chest blooming into a firestorm. It was all he could do to brace himself on the marble countertop, somehow managing to remain upright even as his vision dimmed.
“Kaj?”
He lifted his head, met those beautiful eyes in the mirror. “I’m sorry, Acadia.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she said softly, concern etched on her stunning face. “Aside from your rudeness afterward, that is.”
A smile pulled at his mouth despite the agony ripping through his insides.
“We must get you back in bed.”
He stared longingly at the toothbrush sitting in the little burgundy cup on the counter.
“Let me help you, Kaj.”
It was then he realized she’d moved closer, standing directly behind him.
While he remained where he was, elbows locked, palms flat on the counter, Acadia turned on the water, wet the toothbrush, applied paste, then cut the water off. She passed the loaded brush his way, then offered her assistance so he could stand. It was likely the most ungraceful attempt to brush teeth, but Kaj managed with Acadia’s help. When he was finished, she offered him a cup of water. He swished and spit, the cup being taken from his hand. Acadia then cleaned the brush, placed it back in its holder, and led him back to the bedroom.
“Wait,” she called out.
Kaj exhaled his frustration. Getting horizontal was no longer a choice, but a necessity. If he didn’t, he feared he would pass out.
