Page 135 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

Garrett steps into the bathing chamber, holding that half-empty bottle. His shirt is unbuttoned now, hanging open to reveal the perfect planes of his chest and stomach. He’s all lean muscle and golden skin without a single scar to mar the perfection.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

“Checking on you.” He sets down the bottle and starts pulling off his shirt completely. “Making sure you got all the wine out.”

“Garrett—”

“You missed a spot.” He’s unbuttoning his trousers now, completely shameless. “Let me help.”

I have to stop this before it goes further. But I can’t make myself move as Garrett strips completely and steps into the shower with me.

I’ve seen countless naked males before. I never looked at them twice. But I can’t stop staring at him. The water hits both of us now, plastering his golden hair to his head and running in rivulets down his perfect, chiseled body.

I track the water droplets caught in his eyelashes and watch them as they slide down the sharp line of his jaw. Some pool and cling to his collarbone before they fall.

“This is inappropriate,” I manage to say.

He reaches up, fingers gentle as they brush wet hair back from my face. “Do you want me to leave?”

Fuck no.

Instead of answering, I lean down and kiss him.

Part of me expects him to push me away. I’m surprised when his fingers dig into my hair and he claims my mouth just as desperately. Our kiss is fueled by weeks of tension and the terror of tonight. I taste the fae wine on his tongue. It’s strong and sweet and intoxicating even secondhand. No wonder he’s drunk.

His fingers dig into muscle as he pulls himself closer, pressing our bodies together under the warm spray. I can feel every inch of him against me. Every perfect inch. The contrast between us is stark. His smooth skin against my scarred flesh. But he doesn’t seem to care.

My hands find his waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks. I want to leave marks. It’s the proof that this is real. Garrett is here and he’s choosing this.

He’s choosing me.

“Wolf,” he breathes against my mouth.

I break the kiss long enough to look at him. Water streams over his face, plastering his golden hair to his head. His lips are swollen and flushed from kissing. His green eyes are dilated, pupils blown wide with want.

I kiss him again, harder this time. My hands slide down to grip his ass, lifting him and pushing him back against the tiled wall. The cool surface against his back makes him gasp. I swallow the sound, kissing him until neither of us can breathe. My hips press forward, grinding against him. The friction makes us both groan.

Garrett pushes back suddenly. He’s sliding down my body, kisses trailing across my chest and stomach as he drops to his knees in the shower. Water streams over both of us.

“What are you—” The words die in my throat as his hand wraps around my cock.

I’m already hard. Have been since he stepped into the shower. Maybe before that.

Garrett looks up at me through wet lashes, a smile playing at his lips. His hand wraps around my cock. My eyes widen as I stare down at him.

What the hell are you doing?

Then he leans forward and takes me in completely, to the back of his throat.

“Fuck…”

The sensation is electric. He pulls back slowly, the sloppy noise sounds obscene in the quiet bathroom. His tongue swirls around the head, teasing the slit.

“You taste good, Wolf,” he praises, licking at the leak beading at the tip. He keeps stroking me from base to head as he laps at the opening greedily.

My hand flies to the wall, steadying myself as he takes the entire length of me again and gags.

“Garrett…” I gasp his name.