Page 5 of Bourbon Deceit
She grabbed a hold of my arm, trying to hold me firmly in place. It was cute she thought she could restrain me. “Please don’t go. I can clean it real quick, see?”
Retreating her grasp, she gathered up her clothes and started running around in her little bathing suit, throwing discarded clothes in her hamper and tossing makeup in her drawers. She was a little tornado, sweeping around the room, shoving anything she could find into spaces that weren’t out in the open.
“Goldie, stop.” She halted in place and turned around to face me, multiple masks in her hands. “I should leave, but I’m not going to and do you know why?”
She shook her head, eyes wide, and slowly placed the masks on the counter next to her.
“I’m not going anywhere because I need a taste of that sweet pussy of yours and I’m not leaving until I get it.”
Visibly, I deliciously watched her swallow hard, lust washing over her.
“Strip,” I demanded, not wanting to play around anymore. I was hard and I wanted her.
The bathing suit she was wearing was a one-piece, but the sides were cut out and the back rode dangerously low on her waistline, showing off her perfect body and curves. I noticed that she had toned up even more since she’d been at the club, but she still maintained her curves. She was breathtaking.
Being a good little listener, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and peeled the skin-tight suit off her body, revealing her plentiful breasts, bare pussy, and toned stomach. Yup, she was about to be fucked . . . hard.
“You please me, little one.”
“That’s all I want to do,” she confessed, looking up at me through her lashes.
Fuck, I never kissed the girls, ever, but with Goldie, it was different. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her, even if I wanted to.
I pressed her up against the counter, pulled her chin up to mine and pressed my lips against hers. I cupped the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair, my mouth hard against hers. Soft, pliable lips meshed with mine and little mews escaped into my mouth. Fuck, this woman drove me crazy.
Not getting too deep into our kiss, because I had something else planned for us, I pulled away and walked over to her glass-encased shower. She was left breathing heavily and pressing her fingers to her lips, like I’d just branded them. If I needed to bite down on her lips to brand them as mine, I would. I didn’t want anyone else claiming her. Goldie was mine.
With a flick of my wrist, I turned on her shower, set the nozzles to warm, blasted the multiple jets, and opened the door for her to get in. She followed my sweeping arm into the shower without a hitch in her step. Steam incased the four walls and water deliciously slid down each valley and crest of her gorgeous frame. Her hair hung down past her shoulders and her nipples were hard while she looked me up and down for further instruction.
I might have to change my original plan. I was so fucking hard, so fucking ready. I wanted my little one . . . badly.
“Are you joining me?” she asked.
“No. I want you to wash that glitter off your body.”
Defeat fell over her shoulders. Call me a dick, but seeing her disappointment sent a surge of satisfaction through my veins, knowing all she wanted was me, fuck, it was such a turn on.
Watching her fill her loofa up with soap and wash down her body, I thought about how nice it was to have someone actually want me, look forward to seeing me, practically beg me to take them. It was a drastic change from the days I shared with Natasha, my ex-fiancée, who just so happened to run into the arms of my least favorite person, Rex Titan.
With her back to me, she tilted her head to the side, making her hair fall over one shoulder as she ran the loofa over the other. Her head turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of her face. Her long eyelashes fanned out, which only enticed me more.
Seductress.
“The longer you take washing that fuckable body of yours, the longer you’re going to have to wait to feel me inside you.”
Her eyes shot open and the slow, seductive movements of her loofa turned into rapid scrubbing as she moved up and down her limbs and rinsed like a banshee on fire. Her animated movements and mouth would never get old.
In the midst of Goldie’s scrubbing, I took off my shirt and pants, leaving my boxers on because I didn’t want to be the one who took them off. The cold air that entered with me had Goldie turning around abruptly and eyeing my naked torso. Her eyes softened, and her shoulders relaxed, relief that I joined her evident in her body language.
Off to the left in the shower was a little marbled bench where I took a seat and spread my legs, leaning against the cool glass behind me.
“Are you clean?” I asked, taking her entire body in.
Her breath hitched when her eyes traveled down to my lap where my obvious erection poked against my briefs. “I believe so.”
“Let me see.” I held out my hand to her, bringing her closer to me for a better look.
I took my time, taking her in, examining every inch of her skin, making sure all the glitter was off. And even though the water was warm, goosebumps pebbled on her skin from the light graze of my hands along her sides and gently across her hardened nipples. Her breasts were plump and heavy for my hold, which I enjoyed immensely. Her nipples were small and pink, just like I preferred. And her reaction to my touch was natural, erotic, just like I needed.
