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CHAPTER TEN

COLE

For a second, Reine just stands there, eyes wide, lips parted, staring at my cock like she’s never seen one before. Her cheeks are bright red, but her gaze is so direct it short-circuits my brain. I flex, just a little, and her eyes follow the motion like she’s hypnotized.

“You think you can handle me, Montana?” I tease, but my voice comes out rougher than I mean it to, my chest tight from the way she’s looking at me.

She blinks, swallowing hard, then drags her gaze back up to my face. “I know I can.” She bites her lip, still staring, and the hunger in her eyes sends a jolt of electricity down my spine and straight to my balls.

I’m seconds from losing my goddamn mind. I step forward, pressing her back against the bathroom counter, every muscle straining with the effort not to just bend her over right here and fuck her until she screams. But I promised myself I’d take it slow, give her exactly what she needs. No matter how badly I want to skip straight to the main event.

Her nipples are hard and tight, pebbled from the cold air or maybe from the way I’m staring at them. I reach up and brush my thumb across one, and she shivers, arching into my hand. Fuck, she’s sensitive. I lean down and close my mouth around her nipple, sucking it gently, then biting just hard enough to make her gasp.

Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in. I glance up, and she’s watching me with this wild, unguarded hunger that makes my cock throb so hard I nearly black out. She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

I slide my hands down to her hips, then hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. The denim clings to her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her thighs and ass. I pop the button, drag down the zipper, and push the jeans over her hips while she manages to kick off her boots. The jeans hit the tile with a slap, and she stands there in nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace.

I stare for a second, because, honestly, I might never get used to this view. Her body is a miracle—soft and strong, every inch of her begging to be worshipped. I slide my fingers under the lace and stroke, gentle, testing. She’s already wet, slick, hot, and perfect. She gasps, clutching my biceps, and grinds herself into my hand.

“Shit, Montana. You’re soaked.” My cock twitches, desperate to be inside her, but I want to see her fall apart first.

She glares up at me, blue eyes blazing. “Stop stalling and do something about it.”

I smirk, tugging her panties down and off. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, voice pure sin.

She yanks my head down and kisses me, rough and needy, like she wants to devour me from the inside out. I kiss her back, letting her set the pace, then scoop her up by the ass and carry her straight into the shower.

I twist the knob and water flows. The water warms while I nibble my way down the side of her soft throat. The room fills with fog as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I press her against the wall, grinding my cock between her thighs.

Her breath stutters. “Hurry up,” she whispers, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“You can’t rush perfection.” I nip at her collarbone and dip my head to nip at her shoulder and down to the soft swell of her tit. I worship her, slow and thorough, tasting every inch, while she claws at my back and moans my name.

The water beats down, sluicing over our bodies, turning everything slick and wild. I grab the body wash and lather it between my palms, then slide my hands over every inch of her gorgeous skin. Jesus. She’s fucking perfect. The water makes her even slicker, and I can’t keep my hands off her tits, her hips, the curve of her ass. I take my time, memorizing every inch. She shivers when my thumbs brush across her nipples, so I do it again, enjoying the way she melts for me.

“Fucking hell, Montana. You feel incredible.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I wash her, and the sound she makes nearly finishes me. I rinse her off, water gliding over her perfect curves, then drag her under the spray and do it again, just to watch her squirm.

Once we’re both squeaky clean, I drop to my knees. Reine collapses back against the wall as I spread her legs. Her skin’s hot and flushed, and she’s breathing so fast.

I look up, meeting her eyes. “I need a little taste,” I murmur, then slide my tongue between her thighs.

She doesn’t say a goddamn word as she fists her hands in my hair and cries out, her whole body arching into my mouth.

I take my time, slow and teasing, licking up every drop. She tastes like heaven, salty and sweet, and I can’t get enough. I use my hands to hold her steady, then slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her hips buck against my face. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, and I want to make her come apart for me.

It doesn’t take long. She lets out a low, broken moan and grinds against my tongue, her thighs shaking so hard I have to hold her up. I keep going, gentle now, licking and kissing her through every aftershock, until she finally slumps back against the tile, boneless and panting.

I stand up, my knees burning from the hard floor, and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her eyes are glassy, wild with want.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, shaking her head like she can’t believe any of this is real.

I grin, forehead pressed to hers. “Glad you approve.”

“So far, so good.” She laughs, a raw, beautiful sound, and her hands slip down to wrap around my cock. “But we need to finish before I give you your final grade.” It’s so hard, I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t snapped in half. She strokes me, slow and firm, and I know I’m seconds from coming in her hold.

“Fucking hell, Montana.” My words come out on a ragged breath as her hand keeps working me, slow and perfect, her blue eyes locked on mine like she’s memorizing every second. I brace one hand against the slick wall of the shower and barely manage not to collapse.

She grins up at me, wicked and proud, and squeezes harder. My cock twitches in her grip, already leaking against her palm. God, I can’t believe how gorgeous she is, how much I want her. The sight of her wet, naked, flushed, and desperate for me… It’s almost too much.