“That. Definitely, that.” She shivers.
Sliding a second finger into her, I flatten my tongue against her pussy again and circle my thumb over her clit. I move in quick circles, rotating my fingers until I find that perfect little spot that makes her squirm.Bingo.
Her cries of pleasure vibrate off the walls, and the way her pussy flutters around my fingers makes me want to beat my chest. All that pleasure coursing through her is from me. Tugging her clit into my mouth, I rotate my tongue around it twice more and she screams.
Music to my fucking ears.
Her hand tugs on my hair in an attempt to pull me back. Removing my fingers gently from her, I lick her juices from them. After standing back to my full height, I run my thumb across her mouth. Her expression is dazed, and I’ve only just started. Quickly shutting off the water, I lift Mila back into my arms and palm the globes of her ass.
Leaning down, I whisper, “If I can do that to you kneeling in the shower, imagine what I’m about to do to you in our bed.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Mila
I’m dead. Holy shit. I don’t want to think about how Kash got his skills because it’ll only sour my mood, but damn if it doesn’t still affect me a bit. Kash runs a towel across my body, and all I can think of is how fast he made me come. I’venevercome with a man before. Every time I got close, they’d change their movement, or finish, and then I’d be left disappointed. If they went down on me, that only lasted a few minutes and then they gave up.
Based on my limited experience, I’ve learned two things. One, masturbation only does so much. My vibrator has nothing on him. And two, the other men didn’t do what Kash did. He listened to my body and knew exactly what I needed.
Standing to his full height, he towers over me. Water drips onto his chest from his hair, and I fight the urge to lick the drops away. Beautiful tattoos cover his chest and arms, but they don’t stop there. His thighs are covered in them, and there are a few on his calf.
“Hey, Kash.” I peek up at him through my lashes. I’m still so turned on; plus, after this afternoon, and the day we had, I just want to be with him. My body still tingles from my orgasm, but I want more. I wanthim.
“Hey, Mila,” he parrots back, sliding his hand up my arm.
“Does your offer still stand?”
Quirking a brow, he tilts his head. “Offer?”
Letting my hand travel down his chest, I decide to be bold. Kash made me feel so good, and I want to return the favor. I’m nervous I won’t do it right or be as good as the women he’s used to, but there’s an ache in my core, and my brain is screaming at me to take what I want.
“Yes, offer. When I admired your pyramid tattoo this morning, you offered me a better look. Is that still valid?”
His eyes widen, and when he tugs me into his arms, I go without restraint. “You can look at anything on me, any time you want. That offer is valid for fuckingever.”
“Good.” I smile, then turn us and nudge him toward the bed. “I’d like to look now.”
Sitting back on the mattress, Kash’s gaze is filled with heat and promise. When I move to kneel, he grabs my hand, halting my movements.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a better look.”
“Not on your fucking knees you’re not.” He pulls me up to his lap, resting my center against his hard dick.
“Kash...” I abandon my protest in favor of leaning down to kiss his neck. Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss over the spot where he tattooed my lips. There’s something powerful about having a man like Kash want you. To feel desired and be the object of their desire—it makes any nervousness or self-doubt I felt fade away. When I pull back and see his eyes closed in contentment, I know I’m making the right choice.
When his eyes open and find mine, I watch a hint of a smile cross his face. He flips our position, making me squeal. “Kash!”
“That’s my name. Feel free to shout it.” He rests his arms on either side of my head, kissing my lips, moving toward my chest.
“I was supposed to get a better look,” I remind him.
“I know.” He smirks. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answer without thought. I do trust him. He’s shown me over and over that he’s going to be there for me, even going out of his way to bring me flowers, or lunches. He planned this amazing afternoon, and no matter how much I try to push him away, he always comes back. He’s never wavered, not once.
“Good. Lie back and stick out your tongue.”
