CHAPTER 17
DYLAN
When I wake, it’s still the middle of the night. I’m face-down in the mattress, my body completely spent.
Still buzzing, still tingling, but too wrecked to move.
I tilt my head to the side.
Beside me, Kai is stretched out, his breathing steady but heavy, one arm flung over his face. As if sensing I’m awake, Kai opens his eyes and gazes at me.
Neither of us speak.
Not because we don’t have anything to say—but because we just obliterated each other.
The entire room still smells like sweat, sex, and sin. Sheets half on the bed, half on the floor.
Kai is the first to shift, glancing over at me. “You good over there, Trouble?”
I don’t lift my head. Don’t even move. I just raise one middle finger. My face still mostly buried in the pillow.
He chuckles, rolling onto his side. His fingers trail over the bare curve of my spine, featherlight, like he knows if he pressestoo hard, I might actually combust. “I’d be offended, but I think I literally just fucked the attitude out of you.”
I turn my head just enough to smirk. “Bold of you to assume I ever run out of attitude.”
He grins, pushing up onto his elbows. “Come on. Shower.”
I groan, refusing to move. “Why? We’re just going to get dirty again.”
Kai arches a brow, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up effortlessly. “Exactly.”
The moment the water turns on, steam swirls around us, making everything hazy. The contrast between the cool air from the room and the hot water against my skin is instant, my muscles sighing in relief.
I step inside first, tilting my head back, letting the heat wash over my aching body.
Kai follows a second later, crowding into my space. His hands grip my hips immediately. “Thought you were too wrecked to move.”
I smirk, placing my palms against his chest. “I could still take you.”
His eyes darken. His hands tighten on my waist. “You’re testing me, baby.” He grabs the shampoo, flipping open the cap with one hand.
I raise a brow, arms folding over my chest. “What, you moonlight as a hairdresser?”
He smirks, working the shampoo into my hair. “Nah. Just like getting my hands in it.” His fingers massage my scalp, slow, methodical.
I let out a small, involuntary sound. The kind I didn’t mean to make. My body fully relaxes against him.
Kai hums against my ear. “That feel good, Trouble?”
I try to regain control, not let him see how fucking good it feels. “Fuck you.”
He chuckles, hands sliding down my shoulders, down my back, massaging in slow, teasing circles. “Oh, sweetheart. You already did.” He rinses out my hair, but his fingers don’t leave my skin. They slide down my back, over my ass, gripping, pulling me against him.
I feel how ready he is again, and it makes my thighs clench.
He presses a kiss to my wet shoulder. “You gonna let me ruin you one more time?”
I tilt my head, smirking. “You talk big for someone who still hasn’t even made me beg yet.”