Page 83 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
She eased closer, running her hands up his chest, and gently pulled him closer. “Wash my back and I’ll wash yours, doc? Fair warning though… we are really dirty. It’ll probably take a few rinses before we can consider ourselves clean.”
His mouth kicked up into a sexy grin. “Good thing I’m up for the challenge.”
The telltale firmness pushing against Rose’s stomach told her that wasn’t the only thing up. They moved simultaneously.
In a mass collision, they stumbled through the door, Rose flicking her fingers to magically close and lock it behind them. They walked, kissed, and stripped their way toward her small bathroom. By the time she turned on the shower, they were a tangle of naked limbs and greedy mouths.
Studio apartments aren’t known for spaciousness. The second they stepped beneath the hot spray, Rose got a soap dish to the ass. Damian leaned back to give her room to maneuver around and took a loofa stick to the left ear.
A husky chuckle rolled from his chest, vibrating through them both. “Pretty sure this is more dangerous than bounty hunting. Maybe we should skip the shower.”
She grinned and reached out, pulling something slimy from his hair that might or might not have been part of someone’s dinner a few months back. “Or not…”
Showers had never been this much fun. While Rose lathered her hair, Damian washed his with her shampoo, every move brushing his arms against her slick body. By the time she’d lathered hershower pouf, he’d wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and slowly glided his soapy palms up her torso.
Her breath quickened as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing her already hard nipples. With a small sigh, Rose tipped her head back onto his chest and savored each and every caress.
“Like that, huh?” Damian brushed his mouth against her ear before giving it a gentle tug with his teeth.
She released a small moan. “So far I’ve liked everything you’ve done.”
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about my promise, little witch.”
The pleasure heating up between her legs made it nearly impossible to think much less talk. “What promise…?”
“Reaching your orgasm quota before things really take off…”
Damian’s left hand slid between her legs, through her folds, and over her clit while his mouth feasted on the sensitive column of her neck. The double sensations pulled a pleasured whimper from her lips. She wasn’t so sure she’d survive to hit that promised orgasm quota.
Before long, she rolled her hips, alternating between lifting herself toward his talented fingers and pushing back against the ragingly hard erection nestled against her lower back. Her body had a mind of its own and Damian was its mind reader.
Pleasure rose, quaking her knees until she thought they’d give out. “Damian…”
With the hand still cupping her breast, he gently applied pressure to her nipple. “Let go. Let it all go, little witch…”
A gentle nibble on the neck.
A slow circular rub of her clit.
A little pinch.
Rose let go, pleasure swallowing her whole. Her knees buckled and Damian caught her, never once stopping the slow rub of his fingers as he demanded every last drop of orgasm her body had in it to give.
Damian smiled against her neck. “That was one…”
She stretched her arm behind him, running her palm over his thigh and the lower half of his rear end. “I want to touch you, too.”
“Gotta reach three before that happens.”
She groaned. “You were serious about that? That’s practically impossible.”
He turned her toward him, and backed her against the cool tiles before blanketing her front with his heated body.
He hooked her chin and tilted her gaze up toward his. “Iamserious. Your streak of lazy, selfish partners ends right the hell now, little witch. If I say you’re getting three orgasms before I let you touch me, then you’ll be having three. Is that okay with you?”
Rose’s throat dried as she studied him and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. They hadn’t known each other long, and they’d had their FBA even less than that, but somehow she knew he wouldn’t steer her wrong.
Damian’s attention flickered to the corner of the tub. “What do we have here?” His lips twitched as he bent over to pick up her purple vibrating dildo, Mr. Wiggles.
