“Better than okay,” he insisted.
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip before he kissed me. My heart leapt in my chest, straining to tangle with his as the kiss deepened into something vast and beautifully intimate.
When we finally pulled away from each other, we both blinked like we’d been in a trance and with a groan I rolled off of him. We both hissed in displeasure at the loss as my cock slid out of him.
Nyx looked like he couldn’t move yet and I was of the same opinion. I laced my fingers with his and we lay looking up at the ceiling as we came down from the high.
“So is it safe to say we claimed this room as our own?” Nyx asked, turning his head to smirk at me.
“I think so. Come on—” I huffed a laugh and rolled to the edge of the bed before tugging at him to join me. “Let’s go make sure we like the shower first before committing.”
“Great idea,” Nyx agreed. “And I hope you’re ready because we need to christen the rest of the house before everyone else moves in.”
“Insatiable,” I muttered.
“Can you blame me?” Nyx smirked as he turned on the shower. “Now that I have a taste of that dick, I plan on making the most of it.”
“Oh yeah? What am I? Chopped liver?”
Nyx backed me into the shower, his laugh playful and his eyes glimmering mischievously.
“Nah—the man attached is pretty amazing too.”
“Has anyone ever told you how much of a brat you are?”
He barked out a laugh. “Says the man who deliberately used his teeth on me earlier.”
“Becausewhy?” I pulled him under the water and grabbed the soap.
“Who knows what’s going on in that sick mind of yours?” Nyx grinned.
“Because you were being a brat then too.”
“I don’t remember that,” Nyx insisted.
I poured some soap onto my hand and ran my hands over his chest and down to his abs, enjoying the feel of him.
“You love it,” Nyx ran his hands up my arms.
“Maybe,” I teased.
My hands trailed over his abs watching the bubbles slide across his skin. Even under the steam, goosebumps appeared and his abs flexed.
“You loveme,” Nyx murmured.
I looked up into his eyes and the humor was still there but was fading as he leaned into my touch.
“I do,” I whispered.
My voice stalled in my throat as my chest constricted with just how much I did love him. It scared me sometimes at how intense it felt. He turned me around and worked shampoo into my hair, his fingertips digging into my scalp in the most delicious way.
“Maybe I’ll make you say that in front of people one day,” Nyx said quietly.
“Who? North? The guys?” My eyes were closed in pleasure, my words slow and relaxed.
“They’ll be there.”
I opened my eyes, brow furrowed in thought. “Where?”
