Page 151 of Time To Learn

“I know. That’s what makes you wonderful tome.”

On a strangled moan, he captures my mouth with his lips, and I cease thinking any coherent thoughts. The fire burns hotter between us than it has before, and I do my best to kick off my boots while not letting go of hisarms.

A full-blown shiver runs down my back as he pushes his tongue between my lips, sweeping in to hold me captive, and I shake off my shirt.

“Shower. Now,” I pant when he lets me breathe again. He takes a step back and tosses his jacket aside. When he untucks his long-sleeved shirt from his jeans and pulls it over over his head, I lick my lips at the sight of his abs contracting with the movement. Warmth rushes to my clit, the throbbing almost painful, and I push down my trousers and socks in one movement.

I straighten my back and yelp when Kristian immediately picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.

“Wait, you’re still half-dressed,” I laugh through my need when he opens the curtains hanging down over the side of the bath and carefully puts me down. I don’t care about getting my underwear all wet, but it can’t be comfortable for Kristian to still be in his jeans.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he grumbles as he gets in after me. “I need your pussy, wildcat.”

Wildcat.

The sound of his nickname for me turns me on even more, and I back away, careful not toslip.

“You know that practically ninety-seven percent of the Scottish population has an almost-fatal accident while showering, right?” I ask him, my voice husky, brimming with need. The steam in the room is getting so thick, I can hardly make him out anymore…except his eyes. The dark desire in them makes me tremble even more than I already am. He shakes his head but puts his hands firmly on my hips as he places me underneath the streaming water. I close my eyes and lean my head back, relishing in the warm water as it loosens up my muscles.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmurs softly. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispers close to my ear, eliciting a full-blown body tremble. “Let me worshipyou.”

“I can do that. I think.”

He chuckles, and I clench at the feel of his scruff on myneck.

“Trust me. You won’t be able to keep them open anyway.”

I tilt my head away from the spray and hold onto his strong arms. My sole focus is aimed at his mouth and the way he takes an excruciatingly long time to do justthat.

Worshippingme.

His hands move from my hips to my buttocks, pushing me closer to his crotch hiding behind his jeans. My breathing speeds up as I feel the hardness of his cock pressing into my stomach, and I glide my hands up his arms until I find his wet hair. I curl my fingers around the ends, and wetness runs through my pussy at the sound of his groan. He nips me, hard, on my neck and I feel my skin break out in goose bumps.

I keep my eyes closed when he releases the hold on my arse and runs his palms up my back, his mouth keeping up its relentless torture on my sensitive skin. I feel, more than hear, the snap as he unclasps my bra. My nipples harden as he removes it entirely, and I tug a little harder at his hair when I feel his head bend down, suppressing a moan as the water, then his mouth, touch the sensitivebuds.

“Impatient, are we?” Kristian mutters just before his mouth closes around my left nipple, and my flippant reply gets lost in a long sigh as he assaults it with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

“Kristian, baby,” I pant as the pleasure-pain shoots down my chest and zeroes in on my clit, urging me to rub against him like a cat inheat.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You’re going too slow,” I protest.

“You don’t really meanthat.”

“But I…oh, crap.”

I become lost in his touch when he pushes my knickers aside and enters my pussy with a long finger. Unable to speak, I push my hips closer towards him, silently asking him for more, and—thank God—he picks up on it at once. Aiming higher, he finds my sweet spot, and it becomes almost impossible to breathe as he begins to fuck me slowly. So achingly slowly, the burning sensation as he stretches my pussy wider becomes unbearable.

It’s torture. Sweet, hot-as-sin torture.

I can’t get enough.

“I want to hear you scream, wildcat,” he growls against my breast. “I want you to fall to pieces as I fuck you with my fingers. Then I want to do it all over again, only with my mouth.”

“Don’t stop talking,” I whisper frantically.

“Does it turn you on to hear what I want to do to you?” His voice is so husky now, I barely recognise it. “Answerme.”