There wasn’t an ounce of rush on his time. Raven’s shyness faded as the minutes wore on, and she settled into a comfort she’d never known before.
“May I?” she whispered, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt.
He nodded. No words here. Not right now. He lifted his arms, and she peeled his shirt over his head. She blew out a steadying breath as she studied him, too. The hair on his defined chest was so light. When she ran her fingertips across it, Dead rolled his eyes closed and shivered. He was so much bigger than her, taking up most of the small bathroom, but he seemed content, just like this, while petting each other.
She wanted more, but not too fast. Not too fast. This wasn’t some quick treat and then done. She knew down to her bones this was different than anything she’d ever experienced with a man. It was special. It was bonding an animal to an animal. It was bonding a heart to a heart.
He cupped her cheeks and watched her face as she traced the deep lines of his muscles. The one between his pecs, the ones between his abs, the ones at that sexy hip muscle that delved into his jeans. She hugged him and traced the thick muscle on either side of his spine, and he shivered again. This time, he elicited a deep rumbling sound that called to her animal, too. Ooooh, beautiful, sexy boy. She was in trouble with him.
She reached between his thighs and groaned when her hand landed on his thick, stone-hard shaft.
He reached into the shower and felt the water, then eased her into the small space. It wasn’t a big shower, but he stripped out of his jeans and stepped right in after her, then pulled a washrag off a shelf. He began rubbing the abrasive cloth gently across her wet skin. She leaned back, wetting her hair as he cleaned her. Nothing had ever felt so good in all her life. His hand holding her waist still, his other cleaning her skin, his eyes tracing the washcloth with a hungry look. The water was steaming but not too hot, and when he was finished, she took the cloth from him and began to wash his skin, too.
She’d never been a part of something more intimate. He turned for her, and she ran the cloth down his muscular back. On the floor below their feet, muddy water ran into the drain. When the water ran clear, he turned toward her and poured shampoo into his hand, and then massaged her scalp until she was moaning, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. His fingers felt so good. And while she rinsed her hair out under the hot water, he went to kissing her. Kissing her lips, her throat, and then he bent low enough to pull her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as he sucked hard, then leaned into it and gripped the back of his hair.
“Dead,” she whispered, and that seemed to be enough for him.
He folded her into his arms and squeezed out of the bathroom, made his way up the three stairs to the bed and laid her on it. They were both slick with water, and he settled in between her legs as his lips brushed hers. She spread her knees wider for him, and she could feel the head of his cock right there at her wet entrance.
Dead pressed against her. She ran her nails through his hair and kissed him harder. She wrapped her legs around his strong waist and with a grunt, he slid into her. There was no stopping the storm they’d started now. It felt too good. Felt too right. He thrust into her with deep strokes, and her body sang with pleasure, building and building as he rolled his hips into hers.
She was making noises, but Raven couldn’t help herself; she was mindless. He’d made her lose all coherent thought. All that existed was this pressure they were building. God, he felt so good, gliding into her, then out, in and out, faster, harder. Her tits were smashed against his chest, his tongue was thrusting deep inside her mouth, and she was holding onto him for dear life because she was about to break apart.
Felt so good, soooo good, so right, so perfect. She tossed her head back and cried out, and his teeth grazed her neck as he slammed into her. And then he pulled back fast, shoved her knees to her chest and held them there, his darkening eyes locked on hers. He bucked into her harder.
Never would she forget the sight of his strong, muscular body pounding against hers like this. Never would she forget his abs and chest and arms flexing with every pump, or the way he looked at her like he owned her soul.
Her orgasm was throbbing through her, so intense, and he was slamming into her so fast now. She yelled his name with how good he felt dragging her release out. He pushed in, grunted, and spilled wet heat into her.
She never wanted it to end.
Apparently, Dead didn’t either because he stayed there, covering her, settled between her legs, his comforting weight on top of her. And then he kissed her for a long time. Kissed and touched her, not in any rush to disconnect from her.
They didn’t need words here for what they’d done or the bond they’d created. They spoke with their fingertips.
Dead didn’t know
