“Oh… I … um… well… there was….” I was trying to get fucked.
Jase starts laughing ridiculously hard at my stammering attempt, and then my aunt rolls her eyes while walking away.
“And you claim to be nothing like your mother,” she playfully snarks with her back turned, tossing her hand up in the air.
Crap. Touché.
“Come on. I’ll get us a room,” Jase laughs out while tugging on my hand.
“We’ll stand guard of the men, Sir,” a guy says to Uncle Grayson.
“I’ll stay. I’m not risking losing sight of them. Just go watch for Araya Mordel.”
“How will we know it’s her?” a newbie asks, and I stifle my grin as Uncle Grayson shakes his head in exasperation.
“You can’t miss her, trust me,” another man says with drool forming on the corners of his mouth.
“Arayans. They’re everywhere,” I giggle out.
“Personally, I’m an Aralian,” Jase playfully adds.
I force a smile as he holds the door open for me, and he walks up to the counter as his back turns on my dreadful sight.
I hope so. It’s going to hurt like hell if you’re playing me for a fool.
I see his head tilt to the side, and then he returns to me with the room keys in tow. He looks a little worried or anxious as he jerks me by the waist and plants a ridiculously incredible kiss on my lips in front of the whole lounge area that is packed with people.
Oh damn. I’m definitely falling hard.
My hands wrap around his neck as he lifts me into the air, and I feel his body climbing the stairs as he keeps me firmly pressed to him, his lips still devouring mine. A door presses against my back as an accepting beep sounds out, and then it opens as he continues carrying me. He starts to pull my shirt off, and I smile behind the salacious lip tug of war.
“I need a shower first. I don’t want dried, gross mud all over the clean sheets,” I chuckle out.
He smiles against my lips, and I feel the acoustics of the bathroom making a melody formed by our torrid breaths. His lips find my neck as he pulls me into the shower, and my leather cracks under the dried mud as it washes away.
He strips it from my body as though the tight leather hasn’t shrunk against the unforgiving grasp of the mud, and it slaps the floor with a wet, heavy thud as he drops the shorts over the top. He pulls my shirt up very slowly, and his eyes fall on my breasts as he finally rids me of the slinky ensemble.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he almost whispers as he stares at me like a priceless painting hanging inside a palace for only royalty to dwell.
So are you.
He smiles as his lips find mine again, and I grin goofily as my arms wrap around his wet shirt. I pull back to see the fabric clinging to him as the water pushes it to show his defined body that is begging to be freed.
I smirk as I slowly undo the buttons, and my lips trail over his chest and stomach... all the way down, until I reach the top of his pants.
His breath hitches as he feels my hands working slowly, undoing his pants. He tosses his wet shirt out of our shower just as I free the part of his body that is proving its desire in firm form. I slide the jeans and boxers down in unison, and he lets me pull them free and discard them from our steamy haven.
As I rise back up, I stop and my mouth closes over his erection for the first time. His exhaled breath comes out shakily as my rhythm hastens, and one hand tangles in my hair while his other grips the side of the shower to help give him stability.
“Shit,” he breathes out while reveling in my skill, and I stifle the grin that would force my lips away.
I keep my perfect rhythm, and he grips my hair tighter as his hips start moving to meet my mouth’s thrusts. I moan when I feel his desire for me, his panted breaths worshipping me, and then I feel his warmth filling my mouth.
I smile as I swallow his sex and candy, and then I slowly stand, kissing his stomach and chest on my way up.
“Damn it, that was fucking incredible,” he gushes as his mouth closes over mine, and then I feel the tile cracking as he slams me against the side of the shower.
Hell yes.
