Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,63

turned on.

“One sec.”

I leaned out of the shower and wiped my fingers on a towel before grabbing my phone. I switched to the list of songs Ian and I had recorded. I had all of them on there, since he always made sure I had copies when he was done mixing them.

After hitting play, I snagged the razor and shaving cream from by the sink. “This one okay?” The sound of the first strum of the guitars sent a needy little wave through me. That, coupled with the cooler air, had my nipples tightening.

“That’s fine.” He moved back a little and leaned against the wall. It put his shoulders and head a little lower. I took the time spreading the foamy shaving cream over his cheeks. “Down first,” he murmured. “Follow the grain. Up second, if it’s not smooth.”

I grinned. “Trust me?”

He didn’t even blink. “Absolutely.”

I had no idea why that settled my jangling nerves, but everything quieted, and while I’d only been half-listening, I caught the part in the song where my voice was supposed to come in and started singing. Jake never looked away as I worked the razor over his cheeks and along his jaw. He tilted his head back so I could get beneath his chin and just to this throat. The mustache area was tricky, but he rolled his lip down and stretched it, then winked when he stole a kiss that left me with shaving cream on my face.

We made it through two full songs before I had it almost as smooth and soft as he could make it. He ran a hand over his face, then rinsed it off before he took the razor from my fingers. One moment, we were standing there, and the next, he had me lifted up and pressed against the now much cooler than my back tile.

A hiss escaped me, but it had nothing on the wave of heat crashing through me as he rubbed his very interested dick against my slit. “Baby Girl,” he murmured against my lips as he stroked one hand down my side and fisted himself so he could adjust the angle.

“Yes.” I didn’t even care how he wanted to ask the question. I had missed Jake a lot the last several days. Timing and opportunity hadn’t been on our side. More than once, he’d just slipped aside because Archie needed me or I needed him. More than once, it had been Coop that tucked in with us at night, Coop whom Ian had insisted I needed, and they were both right. “I need you.”

Between one heartbeat and the next, his mouth slammed down on mine as he pushed in, and we both shuddered. I didn’t know where his groan ended and mine began. Slick and wet, I locked my thighs around his hips and trusted him to not drop me as he thrust his tongue in time with his dick. The pressure was perfect, and the angle even better.

Cupping his smooth cheeks, I rocked forward to meet his thrusts, and he lifted me a little higher and then dragged me down so he controlled the speed and the force of the thrusts. Little syllables escaped me in a litany of curses because it hurt in the best possible way, striking sparks across my vision as I kissed him with the same consuming force he used to try and devour me.

The bite of his fingers on my hips and the surge that pressed me into the wall over and over held a frantic edge that didn’t slow as he pushed me up and over. I came with a scream he couldn’t even smother with a kiss, especially when he grunted and pushed against me clamping down on him twice more before he came in a rush.

Panting, we clung to each other, and Jake pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I love your voice, Baby Girl, and you can shave me anytime you want.”

A laugh bubbled up, and I giggled. The hot water had gone warm, and even as Jake eased me down and we cleaned up, we interspersed it with little kisses and gentle touches. He didn’t even slip out while I dried my hair. Instead, he parked himself behind me and took over the back, combing it.

“Up or down?” Fair question since I had court.

“Half up, half down,” I said, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“Braid?”

I hadn’t considered that, but now that he mentioned it, I liked the idea. He tapped my fingers