He nuzzled his face in her neck. “You’re still naked.”
His breath made her shiver. Her own turned choppy. “Yes.”
“Good. I like you that way.” Pierce took her hands and tangled their fingers together. She had no idea what he was doing until he pressed her palms flat against the wall. “Keep them here.” Then he shoved his feet between hers and nudged them apart. “I want you splayed out and helpless. You can’t stop me from kissing your neck or playing with your pussy. I can rub against you, put my scent all over you, slide my dick inside you again.”
And he could. Already she could feel him hard and prodding her backside.
A thick ache of desire she would have sworn moments ago would be impossible to feel replaced her languid satisfaction. “You’re a very bad man.”
“Who gets off defiling this very good girl.”
As his lips trailed across her shoulder, his palms roamed down her ribs, curled in with her waist, then curved out to follow the shape of her hips. His fingers skimmed back and forth, dangerously close to where she ached.
“Pierce…”
“Pretty girl?”
“You’re torturing me.” Her head fell back to his shoulder, exposing her throat.
He took advantage of the vulnerable space she’d ceded, dragging his lips up her neck to whisper hotly in her ear. “You want me again?”
It was as if all Pierce had to do was touch her and her body went up in flames.
“Yes.”
“Not until I can fuck you properly. I want you in my bed, all spread out—waiting and panting and mine.”
When he took her hand and led her to the bathroom, she frowned. “You’re mean.”
“Poor baby…” He shot her a dark smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait more than an hour or two.”
“What?” she screeched in protest, every inch of her skin already sizzling and tingling for him again.
He laughed as he eased her into the wide walk-in shower. As the warm water cascaded down her body, she moaned with a whole different kind of pleasure, then tilted her head back and let the spray drench her. When she opened her eyes, she found Pierce staring as if he’d never seen any sight sexier in his life.
Brea felt confident, like a vixen who could wrap her big man around her little finger. “Come here. Don’t you want to be wet like me?”
“That’s a dangerous question.”
“Is it?” She raised a brow at him. “What are you going to do?”
His laugh was anything but reassuring. “You can’t even begin to guess. I’ve had weeks to dream up the filthiest ways imaginable to make you scream. My list is long and obscene.”
She shivered. If anyone had asked her before meeting Pierce what her sex life would be like ideally one day, she would have said things like loving, pleasant, considerate, and sensitive. But the need he inspired in her was carnal, almost animal. She couldn’t not want him.
“Want to give me some hints?”
“When I’m enjoying tormenting you this much? No.”
He reached for the bottle of shower gel on the nearby shelf and squirted a healthy dollop into his palm, then lathered up his hands. The stare he pinned her with then made her breath catch.
He soaped her shoulders, then he caressed his way back to cover her breasts. He paid gentle attention to her nipples until she dragged in a shuddering breath before he trailed his fingers down her abdomen. “Spread your legs so I can put my hands on your pussy.”
That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. But Brea was done questioning why she enjoyed him talking so dirty to her. Instead, she parted her thighs.
He covered her sensitive sex with one big palm, rubbing and working, circling and pressing until her breath turned more uneven. Her ache gathered and grew. Her knees nearly gave out as she melted into the wall.
Then Pierce swiped the shower head from its mechanism and set the spray against her throbbing flesh.
Brea let out a needy whimper and clutched his shoulders in a silent plea while he rinsed her good and clean with a smug smile.
That wasn’t all right with her.
She grabbed the bottle of soap off the shelf, lathered up her hands, and rubbed him all over with a leisurely touch, starting at his chest and slowly working her way down toward the thick stalk of his cock. When she reached it, she skimmed around his erection, focused on his thighs, paid special attention to the scars at his knees, even soaped between his toes with her fingers.
When she glanced up, he’d gathered up the suds sliding down his body and was stroking himself, eyes flaring at the sight of her on her knees.
That gave her an idea.
She leaned to one side, letting the shower spray wash away the lather coating his body. Then she pressed kisses up his flank, to his hip, over to those notches low on either side of his hair-roughened abs. When he closed his eyes with a groan, she moved in.
And licked the swollen purple crest of his hard cock.
“Brea…” He sucked in a rough gasp and slid his fingers in her hair, nudging past her lips and onto her tongue. “Yes, pretty girl. Holy fucking shit…”
His girth stretched her lips and strained her jaw. But he tasted clean, if slightly salty. He smelled like soap and musk and him. She didn’t know what she was doing, but there was something both intimate and primal about having the most private part of Pierce’s body in her mouth. She’d never imagined she would like oral sex. Well, she’d loved it when he’d gone down on her, but this… It was heady, almost powerful, knowing how much she could affect him.
He let out a shuddering groan, then slowly pulled free. “Okay, you’ve persuaded me. We’ll fuck now.”
Brea laughed. He didn’t mean that to be funny, and maybe she should have considered it downright crude. But she knew what Pierce meant. She felt it, too. He wanted
