Page 140 of Into These Eyes
Christ, the anticipation’s killing me. I’m not sure what Jamie has planned, but she made it clear neither of us would break our promise.
Then why does she want me naked in the shower? My dick twitches at the thought of her eyes roaming over my body. Sure, she saw me naked when she spied on me after I’d mown the lawn. But that’d been from a distance. Glancing at my only tattoo, I know I won’t be able to hide it from her this time. Of course, I knew she’d see it once we became intimate. But for tonight, I thought our passion would spiral us into another dimension, where our bodies tangled, and questions weren’t asked.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. She can’t ask questions in here either. We’ll have to be quiet.
When a breath of cool air sends goosebumps over my wet back, I turn my head to find her at the door, her back to me as she slides the bolt home. She lingers there for a moment, still wearing that short little robe and, for a fleeting moment, I wonder if she’s naked underneath.
Finally, she turns and our eyes lock. I twist around until water thrums between my shoulder blades, matching the blood thrumming through my veins. Placing one hand on the tiledwall, and one on the large screen, I watch through the glass as she slips off the robe and hangs it on the back of the door. I’m not disappointed at the sight of the skintight white camisole and matching boxer briefs that are clearly her pyjamas. Instantly transported back to the first time I found her in the kitchen, my body reacts the same way now.
Her gaze leaves mine, taking a leisurely journey down my body. I know she’s not getting a perfect view through all the water droplets on the glass screen, but I’m sure she can see my hard dick.
Lips slightly parted, she pads across the tiles, her eyes on mine again as she steps past the screen, giving herself an unobstructed view.
She explores me with her eyes, and I feel every caress. First my lips, then the throbbing pulse in my neck. They move from right to left over my chest, pausing for the briefest moment on my tattoo before dipping over my abs, my navel, the dark trail of hair. I know the instant she really takes in my cock. Her eyes grow just a little bit rounder, her lips opening slightly wider.
I’m pretty sure I’m the first man she’s ever truly seen naked. Thank God she seems … fascinated. My dick twitches under her gaze, and she gasps, bringing a hand to her mouth to muffle a giggle.
Grinning like a fool, I touch a finger to my lips, the sight of her smiling, when a moment ago she was so serious, floods warmth into my cooling chest.
She removes her hand, flashing her teeth at me before her smile fades, her gaze locking on my tattoo.
Gripping my left shoulder with my right hand, I cover it, silently telling her not to look.
Still wearing her pyjamas, she walks into the shower, right up to me, and places a kiss on the back of that hand. I think shewants me to show her, but she surprises me by gripping my shoulder and turning me until my back faces her.
Having her behind me stutters my heartrate, and I find myself locking my knees to stop the tremble that wants to reveal how much I hate and fear this vulnerable position. The brain is a powerful conductor over the body. Logically, I know I’m safe, but after being in this position fifteen years ago, and learning a horrific lesson, my mind has been trained too well.
Gently, she takes each of my wrists, placing one hand on the glass and the other on the tiles. As I fight every instinct to turn around, I realise she’s telling me I’m not to touch her. The way I stopped her from touching me on the couch.
She’s in control this time. And I’m to obey. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Until her lips press a gentle kiss to the middle of my spine. With my back cooling now it’s no longer beneath the heated spray, her mouth is warm, her tongue hot when it touches my skin in a tentative lick.
While she kisses a slow descent down my spine, her fingers flutter against the outside of my thighs, delicately inching higher until they stop at my waist. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping she doesn’t reach around and grab my cock, or this’ll be over way too soon. And God knows, I don’t want her to stop touching me.
A second later, I suck in a breath and hold it as her mouth inches closer to the base of my spine. I tense, and I know she feels it, because she stops. Then she presses a kiss to my tailbone. And her tongue dips into the cleavage at the top of my arse ever so briefly.
Fucking fuck.
Is she showing me she’s not afraid to test boundaries?
Before my thoughts run rampant, she presses her clothed body against mine, rises on her toes and whispers in my ear, “Now who’s shaking like a leaf?”
I hadn’t even realised I was, but she’s right. They’re no longer tremors of fear, but barely restrained ripples of desire.
Like she’s rewiring me.
Christ, this woman.
When her warm body vanishes, I tilt my head, watching her pump bodywash into her palm from the bottle on the recessed shelf.
A moment later, her hands slide along my outstretched forearms, coating me with soap. With her fingers gliding over my skin, she kneads and massages toward my shoulders until the tension gradually eases from my tight muscles. Then she starts the same slow exploration on my back, over the mounds of my arse and up again. Her focused touch, every slide, every gentle scrape of her nails, spreads a feeling of love and care deep inside me.
Finding her way to my shoulders, she applies pressure, indicating I should turn around. I obey. I’ll do anything she wants.
With my shoulders blocking the shower spray, I gaze down the length of her body, noticing her pyjamas are damp from where she pressed against my wet back.
She’s fucking gorgeous. But I want to see more. Before she touches me, I place a warning finger to her lips and smile. She cocks a questioning eyebrow as I drop my shoulder enough to let the shower spray hit her chest. When she opens her mouth in surprise, I slip my finger past her teeth, straighten up, and block the water once again.
