Turning her back on him, she crossed to the shower and wondered how long it would take him to join her.
Eddie watched as Blue turned the water on, tilting her head to the side to avoid the spray from the showerhead. Once she had the temperature right, she reached for the bar of soap on the glass shelf.
Heart pounding, he stared as she guided the soap across her belly with one hand. After a moment, she braced the other hand against the wall, as though she needed the contact to remain steady on her feet.
Jesus, did he know that feeling.
Then what the hell are you doing out here when she’s in there?
It was a good question, and his best excuse was that he was so conditioned to keeping his hands and thoughts to himself where Blue was concerned, he still couldn’t quite accept that he longer needed to hold back.
But she’d given him permission to look, to touch. She wanted him to.
His hands were at the waistband of his jeans before he could complete the thought, shoving them down his legs. His T-shirt followed. Naked, he strode into the ensuite.
The shower door swished as he pulled it open. Blue’s head whipped around, her gaze dropping to his hard-on. He didn’t give her a chance to do or say anything, crowding her into the corner as he cupped her breasts.
God, they were perfect, filling his hands, her pale brown nipples hard against his palms. He lowered his head, pulling her right nipple into his mouth. Her hands clutched at his head, her fingers weaving into his hair. He sucked, then bit, then soothed her with his tongue before transferring his attention to her left breast. She moaned her encouragement, the sound low and needy in the confined space.
He didn’t think it was possible, but he got even harder. Even though she’d given him the blow job of a lifetime. How many years had he secretly wanted this?
Too many.
He ran a hand over her belly. She widened her stance eagerly as he slipped his hand between her thighs. His breath hissed out against her breast as his fingers slid over slick, plump flesh. She felt so good, so ready. He slid a finger inside her, and she clenched around him, welcoming the invasion.
“Fuck, Blue.” His words sounded like a prayer, fervent and worshipful, and that was exactly how he felt.
Suddenly the thought of being inside her was too much, too urgent. He wrapped a hand around her left thigh, encouraging her to hook it around his hip. Then he grabbed her tight, firm little ass in both hands and boosted her up the wall. The moment he had her safely pressed against the tiles, he wrapped a hand around his aching cock and notched himself into place at her entrance.
She gasped as he pushed inside her, her hands gripping the muscles along the top of his shoulders, her whole body arching into the contact, searching for more. A shudder rippled through him as he registered how tight and hot she felt. His gaze found hers, and neither of them looked away as he began to move, both his hands on her ass now as he pumped into her.
Water slicked down their joined bodies as they worked together, their harsh breathing and the slap of skin on skin the only sound. Blue bit her lip, and he knew she was close to losing it. He refused to let her look away, holding her gaze with his own.
This is me, fucking you, he told her with his eyes. Don’t ever forget it.
She started to pant. He could sense her rising need, the way her body was tensing in anticipation of release. He upped the pace, his own breathing ragged. He wanted to see her come so badly.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, and he felt her inner muscles ripple around his cock. “Oh, fuck, Eddie. Oh, God.”
“Yes. For me. Come for me, Blue.”
As if her body had been waiting for his words, she came apart, bucking against him, her thighs locked tightly around his hips, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
His own climax hit him simultaneously, and he gave a low, almost pained groan as he thrust himself home. She opened her eyes and leaned forward, biting his shoulder as he came in one long, shuddering rush.
He let his head fall forward for a brief moment afterward, resting it against the tiled wall over her shoulder. She clenched her inner muscles around him and he shook his head.
“Stop trying to kill me,” he said, his voice ragged.
“If you can’t stand the heat…”
He pulled back so he could look into her face. “I can stand it.”
Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils hugely dilated, but her eyes still held the old familiar, challenging glint. Blue was still Blue, he realized, even though what they’d just done together had rocked the foundations of his world.
His hands tightened on her hips and she unhooked her ankles as he withdrew from her and set her on her feet. She ducked her head, as if she needed a moment to gather herself.
He felt the same way. Never had he had such an intense experience with another human being. Never.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, he reached for the soap, working up a good lather before pulling her close. One arm wrapped around her, he began to wash her, starting with her neck, chest, and breasts and working his way down. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He explored her with his hands, mapping her curves, reveling in the textures of her body — the smooth roundness of her breasts, the firmness of her ass, the wet silk of her pubic hair. He made a mental note every time she caught her breath or tensed, filing the knowledge away for later exploitation. Finally, he slipped his hand between her thighs again and felt how wet and hot she was and knew that she was ready for more.
He reached past her to turn off the water, the abrupt cessation of water and noise making her lift her head and blink in confusion.
“Are we done?” she asked, and he could hear the disappointment in her voice.
He kissed her once, hard.
“Not even close.”
He opened the shower door and grabbed a towel.
Without saying a word, he wrapped her in the soft fabric. When he kissed her, she met him halfway, her tongue sliding against his with increasing hunger. Her hands found his arms, her fingers digging into his biceps as she strained closer, seeking more.
He felt his cock swelling yet again, and his hips jerked as Blue slipped a hand between their bodies to wrap a hand around his length.
“No,” he said against her mouth, breaking their kiss and twisting his hips to pull his cock from her hands.
“Are you usually this bossy?” she asked.
“You had your turn before. Payback is a bitch,” he said.
He kissed her before she could respond, swallowing her objection, his hands clamping onto her bare ass with carnal intent. When he took a step, she went with him, her body pressed to his.
Together they shuffled into the bedroom, bodies and mouths locked together. When the mattress hit the back of her knees, she went down willingly, dragging him with her.
The feel of her beneath him, her thighs spread wide, her breasts flattened against his chest spoke to some deep, primal need in him and he broke their kiss to admire her spread-eagled body. Her creamy, full breasts topped with darkly puckered nipples, her belly rising and falling in time with her increasingly urgent breathing, the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. He ran a hand down her body, marveling at the warm smoothness of her skin.
“You feel so good. So smooth,” he murmured. “I want to eat you, you feel so good.”
He cupped her breast. They both watched as he plumped it in his hand, his thumb flicking over her nipple. The pale brown bud hardened, eager for more, and he lowered his head and drew it into his mouth. He sucked firmly and she arched her back as he grazed her with his teeth. He slipped his other hand between her thighs. God, he wanted to be inside her again, even though it had barely been minutes since he’d come.
She made a small, animal sound of approval when he pushed one, then two fingers inside her. He lifted his head from her breasts so he could watch what he was doing, noting the way her belly and thighs trembled with restrained need as he stroked her pussy i
nside and out.
“You like that?” he asked, his fingers tracing a slick path either side of her entrance, his gaze on her face now.
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
He smiled. “Okay, I won’t.”
He shifted farther down the bed. Blue gave a little hiccupping sob, and he knew she understood where he was going, what he was about to do to her.
“Do you have any idea how many hours I’ve devoted to thinking about how good you must taste? How many times I’ve come thinking about fucking you with my mouth?” he said.
He settled between her wide-spread thighs, making sure she was watching as he lifted the fingers he’d had inside her to his mouth. She bit her lip as he licked his fingers, savoring the taste and smell of her.
Then he lowered his head and lapped at the seam of her sex. His first taste made him growl with impatience. So fucking good — sex and woman and salt and something he had no name for.
Need, maybe. Or maybe it was just the essence of Blue.
Using one hand to spread her wide, he spared her nothing, teasing her with long, firm strokes of his tongue before pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking gently. She shuddered and moaned, her fingers sliding into his hair, her thighs straining wider, as though she couldn’t get enough of him.
He worked her clit with his tongue while he stroked her inner lips with his fingers, loving the way she writhed beneath him, her hips bucking restlessly. Then he slipped two fingers inside her and she shuddered from head to toe.
“Eddie. Please,” she begged.
He renewed his assault, and he felt the exact moment it became too much for her, her whole body tensing before she came in a series of convulsions that tightened her inner muscles around his invading fingers.
Only when her grip on his hair loosened did he lift his head, pressing kisses against the inside of her thighs, her mound, her belly, shaken and proud and triumphant that he’d been able to give her so much pleasure, that he’d made her beg and buck and shudder.
“Seu sabor é tão gostoso,” he said, telling her how good she tasted to him.
She was lying with one arm thrown across her eyes, her chest still rising and falling rapidly and she looked so good to him he was hard put not to simply climb on board and start all over again.
Instead, he settled beside her and leashed his impatience.
For now, anyway.
The night was still young, after all.
Blue was ruined, every muscle soft as butter, barely able to lift her head.
The things Eddie had done to her…the way he’d made her feel…
It had been worth the wait. It really had.
No matter what might come tomorrow, she refused to regret this moment. It had been too necessary. Too complete. Too mind-blowing.
She turned her head to look at him. He had his arms folded behind his head, exposing the dark hair beneath his arms as he studied the ceiling. His belly muscles were pulled taut by the posture, his feet crossed at the ankle. Against all odds, she felt desire stir again.
The man had just given her two orgasms in rapid succession, and she wanted more. But when hadn’t she been greedy where Eddie was concerned?
He turned his head, meeting her gaze. For a moment they simply studied one another, almost as though they’d never seen each other before. Or — maybe — as if they were seeing each other clearly for the first time.
“How’re you doing?” he asked after a beat, his voice a low, intimate rumble.
“Pretty good. How ’bout you?”
“Yeah. Pretty damn good.” His smile was slow and warm.
She couldn’t help but smile in response before her gaze returned to his body, magnetically drawn by the hard planes and beautifully developed muscles of his chest and belly.
This man…she’d had so many dirty, secret thoughts about this man. She’d longed to touch him for so many years. And tonight, he was all hers.
She could explore his body at will. She could run her hands across his chest. She could learn the texture of his skin and the strength of his muscles. She could taste him and smell him. She could bite him and lick him. She didn’t have to ask permission or feel guilty or hold back.
She was free to act, to consume, to caress, and to admire.
She rolled onto her side and lay her hand on his chest, pressing down lightly. His pec muscles were firm beneath her spread fingers, giving minimally with her touch. His heartbeat vibrated through his body and into her hand, thud-thud, thud-thud.
She smoothed her palm from one pec to the other. His skin was so smooth and hot. Her gaze got caught on the dark brown circles of his nipples and she paused to tease one, watching it pucker beneath her touch.
“I’ve always wondered how that feels for men,” she said, glancing up meet his gaze.
“How does it feel for you?”
“Intense. Bright. I feel it here —” she touched herself between the thighs “— and it makes me achy and wet. It makes me want more.”
His body tensed briefly, as though her words had done something to him.
“You make that sound pretty awesome,” he said.
“It doesn’t feel like that for you?”
“It feels good, but not that good.”
“But you still like it?”
“Yeah. I like it plenty.”
She gave him a look from under her lashes before leaning close and tonguing his nipple. He shifted minutely and she smiled against his skin. He definitely liked that.
She transferred her attention to his other nipple, then licked and sucked her way into his armpit. He laughed and pulled his arms from behind his head as he twisted away from her questing mouth.
“Too much?” She hadn’t realized Eddie was ticklish.
“Way too much.”
She glanced down his body and saw he was hard again. God, he had a nice cock. Straight and thick and long. He’d filled her so beautifully, stretching her, satisfying her.
Hands braced on his chest, she slid a leg over his hips and shifted so she was straddling him. His erection was directly beneath her, and she nudged her hips, narrowing her eyes as her most sensitive flesh pressed against his. Eddie watched her lazily, a half-smile playing around his lips.
“Enjoying yourself there?” he asked.
“Not as much as I could be.”
His cock twitched beneath her, and she rose on her knees and reached between them, wrapping her hand around his erection. He was so hard, the skin of his shaft as warmly tactile as the finest silk. Her throat grew tight with lust as she stroked him, gliding the pad of her thumb across the sensitive tip.
“Blue,” he muttered, his hips pumping into her hand.
Holding her breath, she tilted her hips and notched him into place before sliding onto his thick, hard length. Her inner muscles clamped around him, and she sucked in a breath at how good he felt.
How right. How necessary.
How am I ever going to get over this?
The thought made her still. Then she shook her head, pushing the question far, far away. She refused to waste a second of this night worrying about what might happen next.
There would be plenty of time for reality and regret later. Right now, he was hers, and she was making the most of it.
Chapter Twelve
Eddie woke to the awareness he was cold, something which made sense when he realized his naked body was covered by nothing but the sheet. Eyes still closed, he sent out a questing hand and found the duvet — along with a small, very warm body curled in the center of his bed.
Blue.
Memories from last night exploded across his mind’s eye like camera flashes. Blue in the shower, her hands digging into his shoulders as he slid inside her for the very first time. Blue’s hips bucking and twisting as he made love to her with his mouth. Blue on top, her back arched as she took them both for the ride of a lifetime.
Suddenly he was completely awake and fully aroused, his cock swelling in response to his X
-rated thoughts. He didn’t reach for her, though, despite every instinct urging him to.
He needed to think first. To take stock.
Because last night had been big - and not just on the pleasure scale. Last night had the potential to change everything.
He’d been too desperate to get Blue naked and into his bed to think through the repercussions of their actions last night. From the second she’d asked that earth-shattering question, he’d been a heat-seeking missile, intent on one thing and one thing only.
Haven’t you ever wondered? About us? How it would be?
His chest and belly tightened as adrenaline shot through him, prompted by the mere memory of that moment. He was pretty sure those crazy, intense minutes in the alley would be indelibly etched in his mind.
The first taste of her mouth.
The first time he’d allowed himself to touch her with sensual intent.
The first time she’d pressed her body against his.
It had been amazing being with Blue. It had been fun, crazy, intensely pleasurable, beautifully familiar, and terrifyingly intimate.
Most importantly, it had been right. In fact, it may have been the most right thing he’d ever done in his life.
He stared at the ceiling, waiting to be freaked out by his own thoughts, but it never happened. He didn’t feel panicked. He felt…good. As though something important had slotted into place in his life.
He turned his head, unable to stop himself from smiling when he saw the way Blue had swaddled the duvet around herself, shamelessly hogging all the warmth. Her hands gripped the upper edge of the covers as though she was willing to fight for them even in her sleep, and her chin was tucked into her chest, her mouth soft and vulnerable.
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