Can't Slow Down - Lizzie Hart Stevens Page 0,19

and grip my nails into his firm ass cheek.

“Ah, fuck, Lex,” he growls low in my ear, “I want to take this slow for you, but if you keep that up, I’m not going to last long.” I let go of him as he reaches for the shampoo and starts washing my hair. I’m frustrated when his strong hand leaves my aching pussy but the moment he starts massaging his fingers through my hair I melt into his touch.

A few moments later I turn around and reach for the soap. Our eyes lock and he freezes, waiting to see what I’m going to do next. I work up a lather in my hands and slowly reach out so they are just centimeters away from Coen’s pecs. His breath hitches in anticipation of my touch. I steadily guide my hands down to his waist, never once making contact. He starts to move closer and I back away.

“Ah, ah, ah.” I shake my head. “Ladies first.” I smirk.

Coen raises an eyebrow in amusement and swallows hard.

“Be my guest, sweet cheeks. I could stand here and take in the sight of you like this all. Night. Long.”

I decide to tease him a little first. I cross my soapy hands over in front of my chest. Starting at my neck I take my time and wash down my arms. I then cup my breasts as I close my eyes and whisper Coen’s name. I open my eyes again and continue to washing down to my waist, but just before I start to reach between my legs, Coen turns me around and quickly pulls me to him. My back is now to his front again.

His strong, wet, tattooed arms are wrapped around my waist. His cock is warm and hard, resting against my ass.

“I love the teasing, Lex.” He licks up my neck and nibbles my ear. “But I’m craving my dessert,” he growls as he turns me around to kiss my lips.

We finish our shower, as best as we can while not being able to keep our hands off of each other, and Coen dries us both off. He takes his time with me, carefully making sure he doesn’t miss a spot. One minute he’s ravaging my body like a starved animal and the next he’s sweet and sensual. He wants me so badly, but he’s trying so hard to make sure he’s pleasuring me and not just satisfying his own needs tonight. No man I have ever been with has cared like this before. Coen’s different, but it’s a good different. In fact, it’s amazing, and I never want it to end.

“Dessert sounds like a great idea.”

Suddenly his smile fades and he looks perplexed.

“What’s wrong?” I frown.

“The dessert toppings are downstairs in the kitchen.” He sticks out his bottom lip and pretends to pout like a toddler.

Things have been so spontaneous the past few days, why stop now. I instantly have an idea.

“Wanna race?” I wiggle an eyebrow and giggle.

“Right now?” Coen looks at me like I’ve grown a horn in the middle of my head. “Lex, in case you’ve forgotten, we’re kind of naked and I have a raging hard on.”

“All the more reason to race you . . . to the kitchen for the toppings.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, but he still looks a bit confused.

“I don’t follow, sweet cheeks.”

“First person to the kitchen and back to your bedroom with the toppings gets dessert first.”

“Okay . . .” Coen’s intrigued now, but still not quite getting it. I think all of his blood is rushing to the wrong head at the moment.

I can’t help but laugh at how adorable this tall, naked, confused, tattooed man looks right now.

“Oh my God, Coen,” I giggle. “Let me put it this way. You should really hope I win”—I lean down and give the head of his cock a quick flick of my tongue—“because I’m very hungry.”

“You dirty, dirty girl,” he shivers and clears his throat. “In that case, maybe I should give you a head start.”

“No way, I want it fair and square. Are you ready?”

I walk out into the hallway, still completely naked, and stick one foot out ahead of me, ready to run. Coen shakes his head, smiles, and does the same. I reach over and slap his bare ass and wink at him. He growls.

“On my count. Ready?” I ask.

He doesn’t say a word, he just smirks and nods.

“Three . . . two . . . one . .