Page 51 of Prey

I turned on the shower, letting it warm up first before I turned to him.

Slowly, he walked over to me, and I couldn’t tell if he was walking slowly because of his injuries or if he was afraid of doing something to scare me off.

Probably both.

I licked my lips when his hands bunched around the fabric of my dress, and he lifted it up and off me.

My nipples pebbled under his scorching gaze and the cool air as he hooked his thumb under my panties, shoving them down and letting them fall to my feet.

I stepped out of them and looked at him. I was fully naked now, and Roman’s eyes created a blazing trail as he looked me up and down.

I wiggled my toes when he focused on them, seemingly fascinated by the red nail polish I had on there.

I had kicked off my sandals sometime between the front door and bedroom before.

“Help me,” he said after a while, his voice thick with his arousal.

“So you can take off my clothes, but you need me to take off yours?”

“Can’t bend that way without hurting my ribs,” he replied.

He seemed amused, and though I was sure he was being serious, I also knew he found this to be way more humorous than it needed to be.

I let out a small sigh and bent down to help him remove his shoes. I realized too late, we should have taken off his clothes before I got naked because now I was on my knees in front of him without a stitch of clothing on. The position was too intimate for my nerves, especially when I looked back up at him and found his brown eyes had darkened in hunger.

I looked away and helped him with his socks. He braced his weight on the counter and lifted one leg for me, then the other.

I reached up and undid his jeans.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs, and came face to face with his monstrous cock.

Fuck.

I had seen his cock before.

Had felt it move inside me.

I knew he was huge, but to see it like this?

My mouth watered with the urge to take the tip into my mouth to see what he tasted like.

It didn’t help that he was hard.

“You keep looking at me like that, and the last thing we will be doing is showering.”

I stood up quickly, nearly losing my balance. Roman reached his hand out for me, grabbing me by the elbow and keeping me steady.

“You don’t have the strength for that.”

“Always have the strength to fuck you,” came his gruff reply.

I rolled my eyes, though I did feel a tinge of heat move through me, settling around my core.

I knew without touching myself that I was wet.

And this was possibly the worst time to get turned on.

I wrapped my arms around his middle and led him to the shower.

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