“Came to see me shower?”
Her cheeks flush even more, pink creeping down her neck and disappearing into the collar of her shirt.
“I… I… Yes,” she finally admits with an eye roll. “I didn’t want to be out there by myself. It’s just abonusthat you’re naked in there.”
My lips twitch as I nod. “Right. A bonus.”
She licks her lips, rolling them between her teeth.
We stare at each other for a moment until I finally say, throat thick with the need to reach for her, “Well, I’m going back in here because I’m freezing my balls off.” I let the curtain drop back shut and add, “While you wait to decide whether or not you’d like to join me in here, St. James.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath just as I step back beneath the hot spray and smirk.
A few seconds later she apparently makes her decision, because there’s the faint sound of clothes rustling and cold air hits my back when she jerks the curtain open and slips inside.
I don’t immediately turn, instead I remain facing away from her, my palm flattened on the tiled wall in front of me.
Although I’ve seen her completely naked, this is the first time I’ve been naked in front of her, and I want her to be comfortable. So I leave the ball in her court.
The shower stall isn’t very big as it’s meant for only one player at a time, so I can feel the heat of her body on my back as she steps closer.
“My God, Cillian. You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” Rory whispers.
I can’t stop the laugh that bursts out of me that this is the first thing she says when we’re naked and alone together in the fucking shower. “Christ, St. James.”
She sputters, “I mean it’s literally ridiculous. You could practically bounce a quarter off of it, and li—”
I turn to face her mid-sentence, and her words trail off, her mouth falling open, gaze falling down to my cock. Her rich, warm eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to speak, then closes it, swallowing roughly.
And I’m not going to lie, it’s doing great fucking things to my ego having her look at me like that.
“I think… we might have a bit of an… anatomy problem, Cillian.”
Her eyes are still pinned on my cock, which is hard and thick, bobbing against my abs from the attention and the fact that she’s standing in front of me stark naked. The rosy pink buds of her nipples are pebbled and pointed, begging to be sucked, and her tits are the perfect handfuls that I want to weigh in my palms. Her waist is the shape of an hourglass, flaring at her hips down to thick thighs and a perfectly bare space between them that makes my fucking mouth water.
She’s a goddamn dream, and she really has no bloody clue.
Rory St. James deserves to be worshipped, and I’m tempted to drop to my knees just to prove I’m worthy of her.
She draws her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she stares at my erection before lifting her gaze to meet mine. Her pupils areblown, flooded with heat I can practically feel as the air between us cackles.
“It’s…huge.”
I chuckle, my brow lifting as I reach for my cock, circling it with my fist and giving it a languid stroke that her eyes follow.
“C’mere,” I rasp. I can’t wait another damn second to touch her.
She takes a slow step forward and stops in front of me, her bare toes touching mine. The still-hot water cascades over both of us now, the heavy droplets clinging to her dark lashes as she peers up at me.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?” I murmur, watching the delicate column of her throat move as she swallows.
Her head shakes.
“Shall I show you then?”
This is reckless, being here with her when anyone could walk in at any time, but I push down the voice of reason and focus on the heady dose of need coursing through me that only has one specific goal in mind.
Rory.
