As he walks away, I admire his broad shoulders and muscular back. His ass looks too good in his black boxers that are glued to his skin since they’re wet. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we’re upstairs, but I’m suddenly nervous. My heart rate skitters in my chest as we make it upstairs and to his room. Once inside, he shuts the door and locks it behind us.
He walks into the bathroom and starts the shower. His eyes are everywhere but on mine when he returns. I’m thankful when he roots around in one of his drawers and produces the bottle of Jack he had last night. Unscrewing the lid, he glances over at me, his gaze roaming down my front before he looks away. My skin heats from his stare.
“You going to share?” I ask, my voice husky as I approach.
He takes a long pull from the bottle before handing it to me. His hand trembles slightly. My cold fingers wrap around the glass, brushing his. Blue eyes, wide and jittery land on mine.
“Nice hickeys,” I say, nodding to the purple bruises on his neck I gave him.
His nerves melt away as he smirks. “Some asshole can’t keep his lips off me.”
I drink the Jack and shrug. “Maybe you taste good.”
The smug, confident boy I know slips back into place as he steals the bottle back. “I taste fucking delicious.” He tilts his head back and I drag my stare down his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Like I promised myself, I take a step forward and lick my tongue up his cold neck there.
“Yep,” I murmur against his chilled skin, loving the way his dick hardens and presses against my own through our boxers. “Fucking delicious.”
He staggers away and sets the bottle down. Then, he stalks toward the bathroom, shoving his boxers down along the way. I stare after his sculpted ass, my mouth watering. Once he reaches the doorway, he turns and I’m awarded a stunning view of his perfect body. His cock is hard, bobbing out in front of him, thick and long enough it’s almost touching the doorframe. He arches a brow at my gaping and turns slightly to give me the full view of him. His hands grab the top of the doorframe and he leans out into the room. Blue eyes sharp with hunger and challenge gleam at me.
“Stop standing there and let me help your gimp ass in the shower,” he says, his head nodding at my cast.
The nerves that were threatening to take over earlier are back. With shaking hands, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and push them down. My own length juts out, hard and eager. Everything I’ve ever dreamed and hoped for is standing in front of me, barely within reach. As if cued into my thoughts, his brows deepen as he holds a hand out to me.
A lifeline.
A rope.
Something to tether us together.
On wobbly legs, I step closer and closer until his hand grips mine in my cast. He pulls me into the steamy bathroom and steps inside the shower.
“Hold this,” he instructs, placing my broken hand on the shower rod. “Don’t get it wet. I’ll take care of you.”
I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers along the hard curve of his shoulder with my good hand. My fingertips dance at the purple marks on his throat. He grips my wrist and kisses the palm of my hand. Then, he grabs the bar of soap. His soapy hand slides across my pectoral muscle and I groan, my eyes hot on his. A knowing smile tugs at his lips—a smile I want to kiss and own. Leaning forward, I brush my lips across his. For a moment, he becomes distracted from his cleaning my body as his kiss becomes ravenous.
Abruptly, he pulls away and smacks my ass. “Behave.”
I laugh at him and lift a brow as I watch him continue his path toward cleaning me up. The hot water chases away the chill in my bones and I’m left feeling hot. So hot I might explode. His sure hands are clinical in the way he washes me, but teasing any time they near my dick.
“This is torture,” I hiss out, my fingers toying with a strand of his wet hair.
“Sometimes torture is nice.”
I don’t argue his words because it’s more than nice. Every touch he gives me feels like a gift. I’m greedy for every single one of them. Once he’s washed my front, I take satisfaction in watching him do the same for himself. Except instead of ignoring his dick, he gives it two hard tugs that have me groaning.
“Turn around and let me do the back now,” he instructs in a husky tone.