He kissed me recklessly, as though he feared I may never kiss him again. I found myself wanting to be as close to him as possible, to show him I was here with him right now—and right now was all that mattered.
I slid slick hands down his toned arms and over his abdomen. His stomach tightened when I moved even lower.
“Royal,” he breathed.
I kissed his cheek and jaw, then moved lower, pressing kisses to his chest while my hands slid over his thickening shaft. In moments, it was rock hard, straining in my grip. I lowered myself to my knees on the hard tile, my gaze level with his cock.
Declan opened his eyes and gazed down at me. “Royal,” he started.
“Please. Let me do this for you.”
His lips parted, but I moved before he had the chance to say anything. My lips closed over the head of his cock. Declan groaned, and it was like his whole body groaned. His entire body relaxed, as though he’d been holding some kind of tension for far too long and he could finally give in. Finally let go.
One of his hands propped against the shower wall, fingers white with the pressure while the other fisted in my hair.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “That feels so good.”
Encouraged by his words, I bobbed my head, sliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft while my hand clenched at the base. I hollowed my cheeks and tightened the suction. His body jerked at the feel of it, encouraging me further.
“Royal,” he gasped, his fingers clenching in my hair. “I’m so close. I—”
His body shuddered. I could tell he was holding back, trying to make it last. But I wanted him to lose it. To lose his control for one moment and fall apart in my hands.
“Royal,” he said again, voice choked.
This time, I got to my feet, wanting to see his face when he came. Wanting to hold him as shudders racked his body. I reached down and stroked his shaft once—just once was all it took.
He exploded against me, the climax hitting him hard and fast. His arms wrapped around me like bands of steel, his mouth at the crook of my neck as his body trembled against mine. I held him, smoothing my hands over the muscles of his shoulders until his heartbeat slowed and he was able to lift his head again.
When he did, his eyes locked on mine. His hands moved to my cheeks almost reverently. “What can I do for you. Anything, just name it—”
I smiled at him. “You don’t have to do anything. I—”
“Royal, please.”
“Will you wash my hair?”
He blinked, as though surprised I’d asked something so simple. Something far from sexual. But in an instant, he had shampoo in his palm. I turned away from him and then closed my eyes when his fingers massaged my scalp.
I sighed. This. This was enough right now. I was nearly dead on my feet after everything that had gone on this week. Being here with him while he washed my hair and took care of me in such a simple way was more than enough.
In fact, right now, it was everything. Declan finished washing my hair and went a step further, lathering his hands with body wash and running them all over my body.
He pressed a kiss in every place he washed, turning me on. I could see the renewed heat in his eyes, but he did nothing more than finish his job and stand again.
“Come on,” he murmured, stepping out and taking my hand. “You look so tired.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He shook his head and whipped a towel off the counter to help dry me. “You shouldn’t apologize. I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s normal to get tired and I don’t want to push you past your limits.”
I scanned his features. He didn’t look exhausted, he looked energized. Like he could go all night. I knew he could. And part of me felt guilty that I couldn’t give him more.
Declan shook his head again and turned me so he could squeeze water from my hair with the towel. “I can tell what you’re thinking—and see it on your face. Don’t feel guilty.”
“Declan,” I mumbled.
“Royal,” he returned mildly. “We have the whole weekend. And, trust me, once you’ve had some rest, we’ll take advantage of it. Why don’t you get in bed?”
“Are you coming with me?”
“Of course. This was one of the things I was looking forward to the most about this weekend. The simple moments with you.”
I walked to the bed and got in under heavy, soft sheets. I leaned back on the pillows, in complete agreement with what Declan said. It had been a whirlwind since we started our relationship, and moments like these were hard to find. Now, we were getting into a rhythm. Learning what each other was like and some of our little habits.
I yawned, and then put my hand over my mouth when he stopped at the end of the bed. “I’m fine,” I told him. “Really.”
He chuckled and repeated, “We have plenty of time.” He walked to the side of the room and closed the curtains, then took off his watch and set it on the dresser.
I watched him do all these things, his nighttime rituals, and wondered if they really were his regular nighttime rituals. Either way, he made them look good. He was still stark naked, looking like a bronzed god and moving like a panther.
Declan glanced over and caught my eye. “I like this,” he murmured. “Seeing you in my bed. And knowing I get to wake up to you.”
“No, I get to wake up to you. You
