Page 131 of Crystal Iris
“But Hoyt, we barely know each other.”
“I knew it the first time I laid my eyes on you.”
“I’m going home soon.”
“We’ll figure something out.”
I need to change the subject. “Have you thought about Alaska?”
“Jo wants to leave tomorrow. Are you coming?”
“Are you sure you want me there?”
“I’ve always been sure about you.” He stands up and starts undressing right in front of me.
I sit up. “What are you…?”
“I’m taking a shower. Care to join?”
I wasn’t expecting the invitation. He keeps undressing, walking toward the bathroom completely nude.
Perhaps I’m still… drunk?I ask myself as I follow him.
He’s already under the water when I walk into the bathroom.
“Is that music playing?” I ask, looking around.
“I have a speaker in here.”
“In the shower?”
“Had it installed when I did the remodel.”
“Remodel?”
“I tore down the wall between my old bedroom and myfather’s. I wanted more space and decided to extend this bathroom.”
I’m still looking around when he opens the shower door and says, “Firecracker?”
I look at him.
“Will you let me… undress you?”
“You mean…?”
“Get in here!”
I walk in the shower, fully clothed. I laugh as I get under the water, soaking myself. Hoyt pins me on the shower wall and starts to kiss me immediately. It’s a hungry kiss, his tongue moves with the same intensity as his hands.
I can feel his naked body against mine and I want to feel all of it. My hands are exploring every inch, every indentation of the muscles in his back, his arms…
He lifts my shirt and his mouth finds my neck as soon as it’s off. I’m not sure if it it’s my body or the prism that throbs. His lips feel hot on my skin and I notice that the water is mildly warm. He unhooks my bra and his mouth finds my nipples. My entire body heats as he bites them lightly.
And then he moves to my pants. They don’t come off easily. “Fucking yoga pants,” he says as he struggles. He kneels to remove them from my ankles and his mouth finds my stomach. I shiver at the feeling. His mouth continues to kiss my body as he pulls my underwear downwith his fucking teeth.
He’s an inch away from licking my sensitive spot when I pull him up.
“It’s my turn. To return the…pleasure,” I say, lowering myself to him.
