Page 98 of My Dark Prince
“Yeah. Of course. If you want to, that is.”
“It’s getting a little cold outside, actually.” I took off my socks, throwing them in the pile of clothes he’d left behind. “Mind if I come in? I promise not to touch you. I respect you not wanting to have sex until I regain my memory.”
“Actually, maybe that’s not—”
I waltzed inside the massive walk-in shower, ignoring his protest. Four fancy showerheads dotted the ceiling. I flicked on a random, untouched faucet knob, activating the rain feature. With a grin, I claimed the bench in the corner and spread my knees apart, showing him all of me.
I wasn’t just wet.
I wassoaked.
There was no denying I found this man delectable. No matter how I felt about him, I couldn’t deny the attraction.
Oliver stopped protesting and throwing me miserable looks. He slid down the tiled wall and watched me. Water gathered at the seam of his pink lips, weighing down the tips of his eyelashes. His eyes were hooded. Drunk with lust.
His penis swung up and down, like a pendulum, desperate to sink itself into something. Intome. I wanted to be filled with him. All of him.
Flashes of our first time danced before me.
My nails deep into his back, unable to hold back because he was so big. So thick.
The delicious sensation of being fused together.
I reached for my clit and began massaging it with my index finger, teasing my opening with my pinky. My pussy madegreedy slurps, ready to be conquered by the man in front of me. My nipples were so hard, so sensitive, the faintest brush of wind made me rock and shiver.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he rasped, licking his lips. “I wish I could devour it.”
“You can.” I drew a smile on my clit with my fingertip. “Hubby-to-be.”
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, fisting his cock again. “What are you doing to me?”
“Hey …” I tried to keep my tone calm. Businesslike. To hide how he affected me. I was on the brink of an orgasm. Just from him watching me play with my clit. “You should lather yourself with soap. You know … to clean up.”
He reached for a golden bottle of Guerlain, squirting it twice into his palms. “I should.”
His strong fingers ran over his shoulders, back, and chest. I quickened my pace on my clit, using my other hand to create a V with my index and middle finger to spread my pussy lips. His chest rose and fell faster.
He grunted, something that sounded like a moan. “Do you mind if I clean my cock, too?”
“Nope.” My voice escaped thick and syrupy, so unlike me. “Hygiene comes first.”
My hips rocked back and forth to the rhythm of our heartbeats. Even from across the shower, I could still feel him. His hot breaths. His impossible pulse. His eyes touching me everywhere they landed.
I wanted to drown in this man and never come up for air. He could ruin me if he wanted to. In fact, I almost lost the plan. My purpose. The reason I’d goaded him into feeding our temptation.
Ollie’s hand slid up his cock from root to crown. “We should stop this.”
Still, he rubbed his thumb over the slit at the tip, quivering with lust and excitement, his eyes boring into mine.
“No.” I picked up my pace. “I’m too close.”
“I can’t. Ican’t.” Oliver shook his head, letting go of his engorged cock. Rain battered his back as he plastered both his palms on the mosaic tiles. “It’s not okay. I can’t do this to you.”
“I’m so close.”
I really was.
A heavy pant tore through me. I circled my clit before burying two fingers inside me. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I knew this was hotter than any sex I’d ever had – and ever would have. Just knowing Oliver was here. In front of me. Losing his sanity – hismind– over me.
