This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,74

you could beat that time. Easily.” His response is more than I could have expected and I sigh in relief.

I grab the bar of soap and lather up my body in a slow, teasing way. His eyes never leave where my hand travels. It’s as if he’s fixated on what it’ll do next.

“Your turn.” I hold out the bar by one end and he carefully takes it from me.

With the same level of excitement, I watch him cleanse himself. His cock, thick and long, points at me as if to accuse me for being some seductress.

“Why are we showering together?” he questions as he sets the bar down on the ledge.

I pout at his words, wondering if maybe he doesn’t feel the same desire for me as I do for him. “I thought that maybe…”

His dark brow raises in an amused way that has heat creeping over my flesh.

“Since this is a safe place for you,” I try again, “that maybe I could touch you or you could touch me. We’re clean.”

Dark blue eyes find mine and hope flickers in them. My body craves to climb up his firm chest and sink myself on his hardened cock but I know better. Instead, I wait for his next move.

SHE WATCHES ME with narrowed eyes, the same competitive look she gives me when we play chess. In her eyes, she’s calculated all of the moves and she’s certain she will win. But for me, I’ve counted thousands of other variations. Move upon move upon move of how things could and should go.

This time, she might win.

Chess may be my game that I dominate.

But this?

This is clearly her territory.

My heart thumps in my chest as I contemplate whether or not I have the strength to do what she wants. Is it really that simple?

Suds run down her pert tits and my cock feels like it may explode with a long overdue release. I want to do so many things to her but I don’t know that I can.

“Can I touch you? All you have to do is tell me to stop and I’ll let go, War. Trust me.”

Her smile is kind but her eyes are hungry. I do trust her. Problem is, I don’t trust myself. What if I push her away from me in a moment of mental breakdown? Would she crack her head on the tile? Would blood run down and mix with the water at our feet?

I clamp my eyes closed.

I can’t do this.

What if—

“Warren, look at me.”

It’s almost painful having to open my eyes, but I do. Staring back at me is the most decadent woman on this earth.

“Let me feel you,” she says firmly and my dick twitches at her words.

Her arm stretches for me and I flinch when her fingertips tickle the flesh over my heart. Our eyes meet and I nod. She’s right, I do want her to touch me. It feels safe in here. When they start to move down, I groan. My dick bobs up and down as if it begs to be caressed next. But she ignores my eager cock and pokes a finger into my belly button. Her smile is wicked and I chuckle.

“Okay so far?” she purrs.

That voice, low and seductive kills me.

“More than okay.”

Her eyes shine with pride and her other hand begins to explore me. I should be obsessing over all sorts of chaos that normally plagues me but all I can think about is each cell in my body coming alive at her tender touch.

She revives dead parts of me.

She’s the sun, water, and earth. And I’m a seed that has hope to grow into something strong and beautiful. Because of her.

One of her hands slides up my shoulder and cups the side of my neck. Her eyes darken and her other hand moves purposefully downwards.

“Jesus, Baylee,” I say with a growl.

A choked gasp is the only sound I make as she softly grips my erection. Bliss explodes from where her small fingers touch me there. I’d expected the crawling, itchy sensation to overtake me at any second. The burning and the flood of awful thoughts.

But they never come. All of my focus is on the millions of nerve endings in my shaft all eager for her to stroke me to heaven.

“My God,” I hiss out when she begins moving up and down along my length. My eyes start to close but I force them back open. Right now, I’m safe. With her. If I close my eyes,