“Go and start the shower,” he suddenly commands.
“I’m okay here,” I say honestly.
“Casey,” he warns. The deep rasp of his voice makes my nipples pebble. “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.”
Shivers. Fucking shivers.
Putting on what I hope is a sexy voice, I ask, “What would you like me to do after I’ve put the shower on?”
He doesn’t look at me. His eyes don’t even falter from the menu as he explains, “You’re going to put the shower on, and thenyou’re going to wait for me on your knees with it raining down on your back.”
My thighs clench.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe before planting a final kiss on his jaw and slipping from beneath him.
The second I stand, cum rushes down my thighs, reminding me of what we did not so long ago.
“Problem?” he asks, again, not looking up from the menu when I don’t move fast enough.
“Nope,” I say before rushing into the bathroom with fire licking at my insides.
I do as I’m told and rest my hands on top of my thighs as I wait for him.
My heart pounds against my ribs as desire sits heavy between my legs. I’m pretty sure my clit has its own heartbeat at this point.
My fingers curl with my need to spread my legs and deal with the situation myself. But I refrain.
There are times for being a brat, and right now isn’t it.
I swear, the seconds feel like hours as I wait.
Time drags on and on, and I start to think he’s not going to come.
My desire begins to turn into panic.
I’d know if he left. Surely I’d have heard him?
But with the water pounding down around me, maybe I wouldn’t.
I’m debating what to do next when a shadow falls over the doorway.
My breath catches in my throat a beat before he appears.
All the air leaves my lungs as he stands there as naked as the day he was born, his attention on me.
He’s so fucking beautiful, I can barely stand it.
His shoulders are wide, his arms strong and lined with veins and corded muscles. His chest and abs are the things of fairy tales, the muscles so defined and the dips and valleys so delicious, just asking to be traced with my tongue.
I follow those V lines to his impressive dick. It jerks under myattention as if he knows I’m looking and that my mouth is watering for a taste.
I keep going, my eyes running over his thick thighs and all the way to his feet. Even they’re sexy. How the fuck is that possible?
But nothing is better than when he speaks. His deep, raspy, commanding voice fills the room, and I melt.
“Good girl.”
My breathing is erratic as he strides toward me. The second he’s in touching distance, he reaches out and sinks his fingers into my hair, holding my head exactly where he wants me.
