I stroke him again, and he brings his eyes up to meet mine, heat pooling in my body as we connect. His lips part slightly as he stares into my eyes, his own filled with need and desire. I can’t help but smile as I learn one more thing about him that I wonder if he wishes he’d kept hidden. The way he looks when he’s horny as hell won’t be leaving my mind anytime soon, though. Shitty luck for him I suppose.
He lets loose a strangled moan as I kiss him, and I savor the noise of his desire as much as the feel of him in my hand. He trembles and shudders in my grasp, his hands moving to grip my shoulders tight enough to leave marks. I don’t stop what I’m doing, not even when he leans close and places his lips on theskin of my chest. He pants into my flesh as I stroke his cock, his hips pushing forward obscenely as he demands more.
Faster.
Harder.
I give it to him, enthralled by the noises he makes as his cock slips in and out of my tight fist.
“So fucking hot,” I murmur as his teeth graze my skin.
He lets loose a strangled sound, his hips working a steady rhythm as I meet his thrusts with strokes of my hand. I tighten my grip a bit more, to hopefully push him over the edge, and I’m rewarded with another choked noise against my skin.
“Close,” he breathes out, like I can’t already tell.
He gives me zero additional warning before his teeth grip my chest and his cum spurts from his cock, coating my hand as I stroke him through his orgasm. Shiloh moans softly, letting go of my skin with his mouth and tipping his head back, fingernails digging into my upper arms, and I swear I’ve never seen anything quite as hot in my entire life. When I let him go, he slumps into me, breathing heavy and weightless against my body. I grin as I hear him yawn, and when he tilts his head up, his eyes are tired yet there’s the hint of a smile curling his lips, and it takes everything I have inside me to keep from starting things all over again.
He’s so fucking gorgeous.
“You?” he asks, on another yawn.
“I’m fine,” I reply, with a small smile. My cock has flagged a bit now, and though I’m sure it could be convinced to get hard again, the sleepiness from before is creeping back in. Plus, the water turned cold a while ago and I hadn’t noticed it until now. I reach around and turn the shower off, then step out of the tub. I extend a hand to Shiloh, who looks a bit woozy on his feet, and thankfully he doesn’t fight me on this. His hand meets mineand he steps out of the tub, yawning again into the silence of the bathroom.
I grab a towel for myself, then grab my fluffy blue bathrobe from the back of the door for Shiloh.
I hear him yawn from behind me, and when I turn, I find him reaching toward the pile of black fabric I assume are his clothes.
“C’mere,” I say, as Shiloh picks his clothing up off the floor of the bathroom. He moves toward me and I take his stuff, placing it on the countertop behind me before turning around to face him.
He yawns as I grab my bathrobe and throw it around him, laughing slightly as it engulfs him in the soft blue fabric. It’s swimming on him, just as my hoodie does, and he grabs the collar to tuck himself into it even more.
“Warm,” he mumbles, rubbing his face against the soft fleecy fabric.
“Better than your clothing,” I comment.
He grunts in acknowledgement, his eyes slowly closing as he stands there buried in the bathrobe. I make quick work of drying myself off, then slip into the pair of pajama pants I brought with me when I got into the shower.
“I should go,” Shiloh whispers, and I sigh, shaking my head.
“You need sleep. Come on.”
I’m taking full advantage of the fact that he’s exhausted and wrung out, but I don’t really care. If this is the only time he just lets me take care of him, then I’ll take it. I lead him to my bedroom and pull back the covers, laughing as he tumbles onto the mattress without a single protest. I cover him up, then move to the other side of the bed, crawling beneath the covers and turning toward him. It takes a bit of manhandling of his body and a few squeaks of protest from him, but he’s soon facing away from me, his head resting on the pillow and his breath falling softly from his lungs as he drifts into sleep.
“Good night,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I pull him into me and curl myself around his back.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SHILOH
My first instinctwhen I wake up is to grab the knife that’s always by my bed. My hand ends up knocking into an alarm clock instead, and the death grip of the arms around me tightens enough that I let out a small groan.
My lids flutter open, and I’m suddenly swimming in a sea of warm, sleepy eyes and a sky of freckles.
What happened last night comes rolling back, drawing shivers along every place we’re pressed together… and with how tight Donovan is holding me, I feel like my entire body is dancing.
“Good morning,” he says, dipping his head down and brushing his lips back and forth slowly across mine. The movement is completely telegraphed, like he wants to make sure I’m okay with it, as much as I’m thinking about whether I should try to get out of his apartment or not.
But… he’s warm, and his arms are strong… and I can see my bite mark standing starkly against his collarbone.
