He was sitting on the edge of the tub, stripped to his boxers. I looked. I fucking leered. Even with the bruises, cuts and blood, he was gorgeous. That deep sinewy V peeking out, bracketing his pelvis… I dragged my gaze to his neatly folded clothes away from the water splash range. “Why did you take your clothes off?”
“I was under the impression you wanted me naked.”
My nipples hardened. “A-a-re you hurt in your legs, too?”
“Maybe. I wasn’t aware of what I was doing at the compound. We’ll have to check mywholebody to see where it really hurts.”
I moaned audibly. He smirked and slid down his boxers, too. “Holy…” My head whipped away. “Jesus, Ty.”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before…or played with before.”
“Oh my God. All right. Okay. I’m an adult here and can do this.”I can’t do this, not without soaking my panties and aching for his cock.
“I’m an adult now, too, you know? Have been for a while.”
“Doesn’t look like it, not with the way you behave.”
“What have I done now, Miss Meneceo? You asked me to come here and run the hot water.”
“To clean you up and close your wounds.”
“If you say so…”
Sweating, I sprinkled water on his face and shoulders. Then I started to wash off the blood. Our breaths did their usual forbidden dance, wreaking havoc on my body. The way his gaze kept dipping to my lips as I patched the wounds on his face and upper body didn’t help either. Visions of our past kisses played behind my hooded eyelids, begging for a reminder.
“Angel of my heart and dreams, how I wish it was me you saw when you have your fantasies,” he breathed.
Like I could see anything but him right now…
I worked as fast as I could, but my trembling fingers treacherously lingering instead of speeding. His body was sin. Firm and hot and inviting.
“Your aura brightly glows, heaves of your breasts giving you away. Sensuality flows from you, my love. Your sweet curves are begging for attention. My imagination debauched and decadent. You tantalize my everyplace. But nothing quite excites me as…the smile in your doe eyes you only have for me… Look at me, Jo.”
I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be weak. Yet, as if in a trance, I lifted my gaze to him, giving him what he demanded. The smiling doe eyes I’d never had for anyone but him.
“That’s my good girl.”
“Tirone, you have to stop.”
“Don’t fight me, good girl. I’ll make this good for both of us,” he said softly.
I knew he would. That was what scared me the most. “I don’t want to be a weak, little whore for you.”
He squinted at me in disbelief. “I haven’t fallen in love with a weak woman or a whore. I’ve fallen in love with you. You’ve never been weak, Jo, and never a whore.” He caressed my face. “I know you want this as much as I do. It takes a strong woman to let go of her fears and take what’s rightfully hers.” His whispers were those of the devil, numbing my brain, sweetening sinful pleasure, sanctifying it, as he started to undress me. “Show me how strong you are, my little faerie.”
Swallowing hard, I rose to my feet. His hooded gaze traveled down my half naked body in a slow intense stare. “Strip for me, good girl.”
I obeyed, my breath stammering on my lips. Our eyes met with a familiar gleam in those dark green abysses. I knew what he wanted. And he was going to get it.
He took me by the hand and led me back into the bedroom. Then he switched on the TV and turned up the volume a bit. Obviously, so Fort wouldn’t hear the sounds of the crime we were about to commit.
Ty, holding me from behind, his erection poking my flesh, breathed hard into my ear, and my pussy clenched, and then gushed. Kissing and licking down the back of my neck, he walked us to the bed. He sat first and then brought me on top of him so that I was straddling him. He didn’t enter me with his cock but with his fingers, positioning his crown for teasing only.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Jo. You know that, right?”
The feeling of his fingers inside me tied my tongue, so I just nodded.
“But you want to be my good girl, don’t you, baby?”