Page 68 of Forever Mine
Soulmates recognize their other half. It’s an internal instinct that surpasses logic or reasoning because it just is. Elijah saw me, but I saw him, too. My heart knew he was mine, but my soul knew he was my forever.
He presses his thumbs to the pads of each finger. “I’m starting to prune.”
I grab a towel from the shelf and hold it open for him. When he stands, sudsy water streams down his body and flows over his chiseled musculature. He really is absolutely wonderful to look at. But that’s physical beauty. Everything underneath his gorgeous exterior is what I love the most.
He climbs out of the tub, and I wrap the towel around his waist, tucking under one end to secure it, then hand him the hot chocolate.
“Up,” I tell him, indicating I want him to sit on the vanity counter.
“Why?”
He licks at the melted marshmallow that oozed over the side of his mug, and my dick goes rock hard.
“So I can pamper you.”
A pleased grin curves his mouth, and I can’t resist the temptation to kiss the sticky sugar from his lips. Oh, the lurid ideas that come to mind about the things I’d like to do to him that involve dessert toppings.
Once he gets situated, I plug in the small hair dryer I keep handy.
“You’re going to blow dry my hair?” he asks with a hefty amount of incredulity.
“Hush and enjoy.”
I finger comb sections of his hair as I dry them, and the sybaritic sounds that come out of his mouth make my cock harder.
He needs tenderness, not fucking. Calm the hell down.
“I love your hair.”
With his blond curls, Elijah is Michaelangelo’sDavidpersonified.
“I need a haircut.”
Turning off the dryer, I twirl a curl around my finger and watch it uncoil and slide over my knuckle.
“I like it a little longer. If it was shorter, I couldn’t do this.”
His breath catches when I fist his hair.
“Mmm, I see your point.”
He grips the back of my neck and snares my waist with his legs, pulling me forward. His cock is hot and hard as he grinds against me.
“I want you.” He rotates his hips, the evidence of his desire making me groan with need.
“Baby, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“You are. Now shut up and fuck me.”
The towel falls to either side of him when he yanks at the loose knot and takes his cock in his hand, stroking slowly.
The sight of him jacking off mainlines lust through my blood. It doesn’t matter what my good intentions are, the lust wins.
Bracing my hands on the counter, I bend over and close my lips around the head of his cock, teasing the rim with my tongue.
His head falls back on a moan when I lick up his shaft from base to tip, tonguing the slit.
“Don’t stop,” he begs, pushing forward, demanding I take him deeper.
