at least once before we left here. Just not right now.
With Presley, I was quickly learning that everything I’d thought I’d wanted before no longer existed. It was an entirely different playing field now. One where the rules were unknown, made up as I went along.
Reaching for the shampoo, I poured a generous amount in my hands, then slid it into her hair, working up a lather while I watched the expressions flitter over her face. I paid attention to her scalp, massaging until she was moaning. My dick was like a steel beam between us, but I ignored it as best I could.
Once I’d washed her hair, I handed her the body wash, then took my turn beneath the shower spray, washing my hair and rinsing quickly. I knew I had to hurry because…
I hissed in a breath when soft, soapy hands gripped my dick.
“Presley… Fuck.” I hadn’t been kidding. I was on the verge of detonation and this wasn’t helping. I bit my lip hard enough so that the pain distracted me. “Please,” I ground out, making the mistake of looking down, watching as she worked my cock. “Aw, fuck, baby… Presley…”
She looked up at me. “I want to make you come.”
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “Want to be inside you… Fuck, Presley.”
She released me and my eyes popped open.
“You better hurry up and rinse off,” she said, grinning from ear to ear though her tone was serious.
The only thing I could do was stare after her, admiring her heart-shaped ass and the tattoos that covered most of her back as she retreated. I was just getting my bearings when she stuck her head back in the shower.
“Please tell me you have condoms.”
My dick jumped. “In my suitcase.”
With another flirty grin, she spun around and left me standing there with my dick now in my hand, gripping it tightly so I didn’t come.
I was rinsed, dried, and in the bedroom in under a minute—not hard to do when the hottest fucking woman in the world was waiting for you in her bed. Naked.
“Goddamn,” I mumbled on a strangled breath, staring at her when I stepped into the bedroom.
She was lying across the bed, on her side, head propped up on one hand, the comforter covering her intimate parts but revealing her leg and her arm, the tattoos that adorned her skin. Her hair was wet, slicked back from her face, and the look in her eyes was enough to set the room on fire.
I flipped off the light, turned on the lamp on the dresser, and crawled over her. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she thought I was going to get right down to business.
She was right.
Only her definition and mine were likely vastly different.
Though my dick was so hard it hurt, I wasn’t ready yet. She wasn’t ready yet. I needed to taste her, to explore her before I took her. Like I’d told her this morning, I wanted to do all the things I hadn’t done the first time.
Grabbing the comforter, I pulled it back, revealing the tempting treat beneath. Presley’s eyes widened as I covered her body with mine, forcing her onto her back. I sought her lips, kissing her slowly, allowing our body heat to mingle as I did. Her soft hands slid up my arms, over my back, while I lost myself in her kiss.
When I pulled my mouth from hers and began kissing down her neck, she tried to pull me back. “Not yet,” I told her.
“Jake, please.”
“Oh, I plan to please,” I said, smirking.
“I want to feel you.”
“You will,” I assured her. “And when I make you come … with my mouth … only then will I give in.”
And not a minute sooner.
Chapter Fifty-One
Presley
If I survived this experience, I would be surprised.
Already, Jake had taken my breath away, and that was from the few minutes we’d spent together in the shower.
And now…
Having him focus all of his attention on me wasn’t going to be easy. Based on that gleam in his eyes, I knew I was in for it.
Not that I was complaining. Definitely not.
Only I wasn’t sure I’d ever had a man who turned the heat up like this. Sure, I’d had sex plenty of times, though my partners had been limited. But the truth was it had never gotten this … intimate. The men in my past would’ve simply bent me over in the shower and had their way with me.