Page 33 of Mister Rival

“You’re worried about me seeing you naked?” I try not to balk, but her words baffle me.

She presses those sweet pink lips together and lets out a breath. “Yes, I guess I am.”

“Honey, I saw and felt every inch of you last night. What is it you’re worried about?”

“I have stretch marks, my stomach isn’t flat, I have bits that wobble,” she says, as if clarifying that her point is valid.

Oh fuck, she’s adorable. “I’m very fond of all of your bits, especially ones that wobble.”

“You say that now, but?—”

I push off the wall and take a step toward her. “But nothing. Let me see you, Ali?” I can’t believe she’s being this tentative about it, not after I kissed every inch of her last night and devoured her. Does she think I only adored her body because it was dark?

“Tristan—”

My hand finds the edge of the shower screen and I edge it open a little more. “Are you regretting what we did?”

“No.” She shakes her head but still makes a hapless attempt to cover herself with her hands, to which I knock them out of the way. “It’s not that, I’m just adjusting to what happened. To what we did.”

“Firstly, please don’t try to hide yourself from me. I’ve seen your gorgeous body, and you’re more beautiful right now than I’ve ever seen you.”

She laughs, almost nervously, and purses her lips again for a moment before she releases them. Then she takes a little step back so I can enter the stall. I pull my boxers off and step in.

“And secondly, I love what we did, too,” I murmur. “Can’t you tell?” I glance down at my not-so-subtle tribute to the nation begging to be touched by her.

A little laugh bubbles from her chest as she stands back under the water and I reach to brush a fallen lock of her hair out of the way. “I can kinda tell.”

I grin. “Good, because I want to be inside you again before we have to leave.”

She blinks up at me. “You do?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I just didn’t know what would happen this morning. I’m out of my depth here,” she admits as I guide her back another step so the warmth of the spray cascades off her back. “We were also a little drunk, Tristan.”

“We were, but it doesn’t change anything. I had the best night of my life, didn’t you?”

I trail my fingertips down her arms as she looks up at me. Her hair is pinned up into a bun held up by a large plastic grip. Loose tendrils fall down at the sides, clinging to her skin the way I want to cling to her. She obviously has no fucking clue what she’s done to me.

“Yes, I did. But we were reckless and?—”

I place a finger over her mouth before she spouts any more nonsense about being reckless. My hand moves up her arm to her shoulder, caressing her clavicle bone before it trails down to her breast and I take a handful, giving her a squeeze and running my thumb over her hardened peak. Her lips part and I insert my finger into her mouth, her sexy lips and tongue wrapping around. I groan watching her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ali.”

“We’re crazy,” she breathes, grabbing my wrist and pulling her mouth off my finger for a moment. “Trist, what happens when we go home?” She sucks it back in, her teeth slightly grazing my skin.

I purse my lips as I watch her, my cock twitching between us.

She laughs looking down. “I’m trying to be serious here, andhe’snot making it easy.”

“He never does around you,” I sigh. “But we will work it out. We don’t have to know every single detail right now.”

She loosens her mouth on my finger again as her hand reaches for my cock, grasping it in that little hand of hers and squeezing me at the base. She runs her palms firmly up and down my length. Groaning, I look down at what she’s done to me. “I need to taste you,Mr. Forbes.”

I smirk, not before I squeeze my eyes closed for a beat, loving those words on her lips. Ramming my hard cock into her mouth while she’s on her knees is exactly how I’d love to start this day. I reach down to kiss her nose as she runs one hand downmy abdomen and the other tugs my eager cock. It’s like she can read my mind when she slowly lowers her body to bended knees. “Fuck, babe.”

The second I feel her skin brush against me, I shiver. The water now cascades off my back as she holds my tip to her lips and parts her mouth, sliding her tongue over my crown. It’s a sight I never knew I would see in a million years, and one I know I want to see again and again. I’m not done here. I’ll never be done with her.

Our fucking rivalry can go out the window for all I care.

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