He’s cut. Muscular, intense. There are bruises blooming on his ribs. Muscles flex along his arms, his stomach, his chest. His skin is striped in scars and tattoos, and his thick cock hangs down between his legs. I stare at it and quickly look away, bright red as desire floods me.
I shouldn’t be feeling this right now, not when he’s half-dead, but I can’t help it.
But he grins at me for the first time. “Go ahead and stare. Or better yet, take off your clothes and join me.”
“I, uh—”
He chuckles and gets into the shower.
I turn my back as he begins to lather himself up with soap. I risk a glance in the mirror and watch the water run red off his skin as the blood rushes down into the drain. He sighs with pleasure and meets my eyes in the reflection as it begins to fog.
The shower door opens. I look over my shoulder, expecting him to have a towel around his waist or something, but instead he’s standing there dripping wet on the bath mat and still very much naked. The cut on his chest still isn’t bleeding, which means it’s shallow enough to stay clotted on his own, but then my eyes move down to his cock.
He’s half hard.
“Come here,” he says, throaty and low.
I can get out. The door’s right there. I could run away. I don’t have to stay here with this man, this gorgeous freaking god of a man, not when he’s dripping wet and aroused just looking at me in my shorts and t-shirt, my hair messy from lying in bed and trying to sleep. He’s too injured to catch me if I decided to run.
Instead, I turn to him.
He closes the distance between us, presses his wet body against me, and kisses me deep.
I melt into that kiss, groaning into him, moaning into his mouth as his hands hold my hips hard then pull my shirt up over my head. My worry and desire mix into a heady, intoxicating emotional overload, and I slide my tongue against his tongue as his strong hands hold my hips.
I’m not wearing a bra. I feel him stiffen more as he looks at my breasts and my hard, pink nipples. “I nearly died tonight,” he whispers as he kisses my neck. “And you know what I was thinking the whole time I was fighting for my life?”
“I can’t even guess,” I say as he licks my nipples and sucks them hard before biting my lip and pulling my hair.
“I kept thinking, I can’t go before I get another taste of Tara. I can’t die before I feel her quiver and hear her moan one more time.”
“Kellen—”
He buries my protest with a kiss and pulls down my shorts in one fluid, easy yank, leaving me in only my panties.
His hands roam my skin, palm my breasts, tease my nipples. He chews on my lip, bites my shoulder, and pulls me into the shower with him. I strip off my panties and step into the warm water, and I don’t have time to acclimate before he’s on me.
He pins me to the wall and kisses me deep and hard as I moan and feel his hard cock press against my stomach. I reach down and take him in my hands, marveling at his length and thickness, iron-hard already.
I stroke him, spit into my palms, and stroke him some more. He growls into my mouth and groans in pleasure. I shouldn’t tease the beast but I can’t help myself. He spreads my legs roughly and slides his fingers up and down my slick pussy before dropping down to his knees and gripping my ass with both hands.
I gasp in shock as his mouth finds my clit. He licks me like an animal, lapping me up, his mouth all over my pussy like he can’t get enough. “Another taste,” he says as I moan his name and pull his wet hair. “Just one more fucking taste was all I asked, and god damn it, Tara, you’re worth it.”
He laps me faster, sliding his tongue inside, and I go blank as my brain loses its connection with my body. Pleasure peaks and rolls and builds in my core, and his mouth is like heaven, his tongue like a monster, and I roll my hips as I pant and moan. He sucks my clit and I come in a cascade of impossible peaks, one after the other, reaching higher and higher until he’s standing again and supporting my weight.
I collapse against him. I purr into his chest as he holds me. The wound is inches from my mouth. I kiss the puckered skin before he pushes me back against the wall, but this time, I’m the one that drops to my knees. I take him in my mouth, rolling my tongue around his tip and sucking him.
He groans and wraps his hand into my hair. I lick him root to top and suck hard, tasting his precum on my tongue. I moan as my spit covers his shaft.
I move faster, faster, taking him deeper into my throat before he comes on my tongue with a low growl of bliss. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me slowly, sensually, holding me tight against him, and I let the warmth of his touch and the heat of the water wash away my doubts and fears. I let myself sink into the moment with him, looking up into his eyes.
And for the first time, guilt assaults me.
Guilt like a tidal wave.
“What’s wrong?” he asks and I shake my head, trying to smile.
“Just wondering what the hell happened to you is all.”