I begin shaking my head, because I know I can’t control myself around him, especially with his body pressed up against mine and his magic fingers driving me wild.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, Viola. God, it’s driving me insane.”
I begin panting, losing the strength to deny him, so I give in and practically beg him for it. “I need more,” I say between heavy breaths. “Harder.”
One hand slides up my body and fists my hair as his other hand pushes two fingers deep inside me and finds a rhythm that nearly has my knees buckling. If he keeps this up, we’ll both be on the shower floor with broken ribs.
“You’re going to make me fall,” I say, pushing my hips harder into his palm, desperately needing a release. My hands on the shower wall are barely holding me up anymore.
He speeds up his fingers, giving me no room for protests, as his other hand slides back down my body and presses into my stomach, fusing our bodies together even tighter. “I’ve already fallen, princess, but trust me when I tell you that I’d never let you get hurt.”
My heart skips a beat, or maybe even two because the way he speaks is so raw and genuine that I almost forget to breathe. My mind flashes back to the other day when I could’ve sworn I heard him say ‘I love you,’but I figured that was the effects of the pain meds he’s been taking. I don’t know how to react to his words now because I’m not even certain he meant it that way, and now I’m so lost in my thoughts that when my body tightens, and his fingers fuck me into complete oblivion, so much so that I nearly pass out, I don’t see it coming.
“Princess?” His lips press against my ear, and I know exactly what he’s after.
“One,” I finally whimper, catching my breath as his thumb continues rubbing over my clit. Once I’m able to control my breathing, I slowly turn around and face him. “You broke the rules,” I say, wrapping an arm around his waist.
He cups my face and leans down, his lips lingering over mine. “You’re damn right I did.” The smile he flashes makes me want to melt right into him. “There’s no fucking way I’m waiting six weeks. Hell, the doctor should be impressed if I manage to wait six days.”
I chuckle, hating that his words make me want to smile like a lovestruck teen. But my heart knows exactly who Travis King is, and it hasn’t been able to let him go since the first day we met.
“Are you ready to get the hell out of here so I can warm you up in my bed?”
“I have a feeling the doctor’s orders didn’t even stand a chance.” I grin, slicking my ice-cold wet hair back.
“Not one fucking bit.”
Chapter 6
Travis
Iplace my hand against the wall and slowly step out of the shower behind Viola, watching water drip down her back and perfect tight ass. Good thing I haven’t experienced any side effects from the meds because I’m definitely distracted enough to slip and bust my face. Fortunately, she turns around and hands me a towel, breaking me out of my trance.
Grabbing the towel, I close the space between us as Viola looks up at me with hooded eyes, and we both know that was only the beginning. Instead of drying myself off, I take the opportunity to touch her and rub the soft cotton over her face, neck, shoulders, chest, and arms.
I motion for her to turn around so I can dry the rest of her, and when she does, I take my time as I touch her. I lean forward, kissing then biting each shoulder, as my fingertips trace down her torso, memorizing her body. My chest rests against her back, and she leans against me as I guide my hand over a breast, pinching her hard nipple before moving lower. With each ragged breath, she melts into my touch, and I drop to my knees in front of her. At first, she gives me a worried look, but I shake my head as I rest one of her legs over my shoulder. She doesn’t fully put her weight on me but gives me what I want. I have to fucking taste her.
Viola closes her eyes, sinking deeper into my tongue as I flick her clit. The way she tastes and the way her skin smells so sweetly make my cock throb. She leans against the door, steadying herself, taking her nipples between her fingers and pinching and pulling them. It’s almost too much for me to watch. I dip my tongue inside, listening to her pants as I tongue fuck her to oblivion. I can taste the edge of her orgasm, and as much as she wants it right then, I slow down my movements, allowing her to enjoy it even more.
“Please,” she begs, but I don’t listen.
As her leg shakes in anticipation, I guide a finger in, then another. After a few more swirls on her hard nub, Viola moans my name again, and whispers, “Two,” like it’s a prayer.
“You’re so goddamn greedy,” I tell her as I place a finger in my mouth, tasting her sweetness again.
“You’ve created a monster,” she says playfully.
“Mm. Love the sound of that. My little sex monster.”
After we’re both dry, she laces her fingers with mine and leads the way, taking full control. She turns and looks at me as we walk down the hallway, and it’s a moment I never want to forget.
Viola in the raw.
Viola happy.
Viola withme.
Fuck me, maybe all that Mickey Mouse shit is real, and dreams really do come true.
