Langston turns me around until I’m no longer facing him, and then we both sink down into the water, my back to his front.
I purse my lips, trying to breathe slowly out. I need to slow my breathing, my heart rate, everything if I’m going to have a chance of keeping my lust in check.
“Relax. I’m just washing you. I won’t rape you.”
I’m not sure if he touched me right now, it would be rape. I’m pretty sure my body would be begging for it, and my mind would go right along with it.
I still don’t know why he’s washing me, spending time with me tonight. Trying to get under my skin? Learn secrets that will help him tomorrow?
There is a sponge lying on the edge of the tub. Langston grabs it and wets it before he squeezes it over my head to wet my hair and face.
Once he does that, I can breathe again as the iron taste of blood begins to wash from my lips.
I can’t believe I bit that guy’s penis, but whatever it takes to survive. I will survive at all costs. I made that promise a long time ago. I’m just afraid I’ll break that promise sooner than I ever imagined.
“I’m in awe of you right now. That’s why I’m equal parts pissed and drawn to you,” Langston tells a truth, surprising the hell out of us both.
“Why? We played the same game. We both did things that we had to in order to make it to the next round,” I say.
He turns my head back to face him. His eyes carry a heaviness as he puts the sponge up to my bottom lip to wash the remnants of blood away.
“No, what I did doesn’t compare to you.”
I clear my throat, unsure of what to say to that. I never thought we’d be in a tub like this together, sharing an intimate moment. Even though I can feel the hardness of his cock against my ass, he hasn’t tried to touch me inappropriately. He hasn’t tried to kiss me, turn me on, or fuck me.
“I need to wash between your legs. I need you to be clean of any place that man touched before we get to the ‘then’ part.”
I suck in air, knowing I’m going to need all of it. While he’s touching me so intimately with the sponge, I won’t be able to breathe.
I realize he’s asking me for permission. This isn’t something he’s willing to take.
I nod.
His hand reaches around my waist with the sponge in his hand, and then he moves it in slow circles between my legs. The soft bristles cause enough friction that little zips of energy flutter in my stomach. Or maybe it’s because of the man sitting behind me, caressing me so carefully.
“He also sucked my nipples,” I say.
He growls low and even as his hand moves up to my breasts, and he rubs the sponge over each. This time harder than he did between my legs.
I bite back a moan. It shouldn’t feel this good. Nothing this man does should feel good.
Without thinking, I grab his wrist when he tries to pull away.
I immediately release him, though, but not before he mutters ‘fuck’ under his breath.
I affect him just like he does me.
Even if we were good, kind, do-gooders, we shouldn’t be together. He’s dynamite, and I’m fire. You can’t combine the two without destroying everything and everyone—ourselves included.
Langston puts the sponge down on the edge of the tub.
First, he wants to wash me.
Then, he wants to…
“Then?” I ask, not sure I can handle his answer.
“Then, we both come.”
14
Langston
I knew sitting in the tub would lower her guard, make her more willing to do the next part we both crave. But I didn’t think it would also lower my own defenses.
I can’t think around Liesel.
All I can do is suck in air by the gallon and hope it’s enough to survive.
Neither of us has spoken since I said the word come.
We can’t.
Our brains are consumed with scolding fire and hurricane winds fighting through our bodies. That’s how badly we both need to come.
I haven’t decided whether we will be making the other come or doing it ourselves.
I don’t fucking care.
I just need to explode in this tub, and I need to see her come undone more than I need my heart to keep thumping. I wouldn’t live long if my heart stopped, but seeing her face as she falls apart in a glorious orgasm would be worth it.
She scoots away from me in the tub, and I let her. She wants a few moments to process what I just said. As much as I hate the cold feeling as she leaves my skin, I let her go to the other side of the tub.
“What did you say?” she asks.
“You heard me.”
“Tomorrow night is going to be non-stop sex. I don’t think we need to worry about a release tonight.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Do you really think any man or woman left has the ability to make you come? I’m not even sure all that moaning with Waylon was real. You’re a difficult woman to please, Liesel Dunn.”
She glares at me. “And you think you are capable?”
“I am, but that’s not what I’m saying. I can make you come, or you can do it yourself. But I want to know what you really sound like when you come. So tomorrow, when you are moaning and faking it, I’ll know the truth.”
She licks her bottom lip, and I know she won’t say no. Even though she made herself come earlier, she reacted so sensitively to my touch. She’s still too wound up to sleep, same as me.
“We shouldn’t,” Liesel whispers.
She doesn’t say why we shouldn’t—we both know. It would ruin everything.
Things we know.
Things we don’t know.
Things we assume but haven’t spoken aloud.
But there is also a twinkle in her eye, a mischief, a wanting desire that the girl I
