Page 9 of Shine: Sins of the Father
His gaze sweeps over me, and he gently reaches for my wrists and pulls them out of the way.
“Don’t. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I stand there and let him get his fill, watching desire darken his eyes.
He releases me and strips out of his own clothes, and it’s my turn to watch. He doesn’t have an ounce of shame in baring his body. And why would he? He’s magnificent, with beautiful scrawling ink covering ripped abs that I long to reach out and touch. His biceps are sexy as hell. Not too huge, just big enough. I’ve always hated muscle-bound men, but Shine is not that. He’s ripped in a lean way that’s perfect.
He undoes his watch and lays it on the bathroom counter.
When he turns to check the temperature, my gaze drops to his ass. It’s perfect. He turns back, catching my eyes on his ass, and grins. Before I can react, his hands land on my waist, and he drags me under the spray.
The shock of the water is nothing compared to the sensation of his heated skin pressed to mine when he pulls me against his body. My soft curves and his rock-hard body. Yin and yang. Meant to go together. Now why did that flash through my brain?
His head dips, and his lips find my mouth, but there’s none of the earlier sweetness. His mouth devours mine, and I give it right back, my hands sliding up his ink-covered chest to wrap around his neck, keeping his mouth to mine.
A groan rumbles from his throat and vibrates into my mouth, driving my desire even higher. I feel my reaction flood my pussy, and I press closer, my breasts crushed flat against his chest.
His big hands skate up my waist, over my ribs, and slip between us, easing me back to cup my breasts, squeezing. His thumbs flick over my nipples, drawing a flash of heat from deep in my core.
After a moment, he breaks our kiss and grabs the bar of soap from the wire organizer hanging from the showerhead. He works a lather into his hands, then soaps my body, taking his time and treating me like I’m a precious gift, not missing an inch.
He turns me in his arms so my back is pressed to his chest, and he continues moving his soapy hands over my body, giving my breasts a ton of attention before he locks one forearm around my ribs while his other hand drifts between my legs.
His soapy fingers delve and find my clit, stroking silky circles around it until I’m gasping.
I can handle what he’s dishing out. I’m not afraid. I arch against him, lolling my head to the side as he kisses my neck. His fingers dip lower, and two of them plunge inside me, bringing me up on my toes.
I drag in a breath.
He nips the tender flesh of my neck, then laves it with his tongue.
He keeps playing with me until my legs shake, and I feel an orgasm barreling toward me like a freight train.Oh, God.
I clutch his arm, feeling my knees go weak, but his hold locks around me.
“I’ve got you, beautiful. Let it come.”
I do, moaning loudly and bucking against his hand.
His touch eases to barely there caresses, and then he dips his mouth to my ear.
“You okay?”
I nod against his shoulder.
He spins me around and passes me the bar of soap, then presents is back to me.
“Soap me up, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks, my hands running over his slick wet skin, exploring every inch of him until he turns to face me and I do the same with his chest, then down to his erect cock that calls to my waiting hands.
I can’t help wondering how long it will be before he presses my body to the tile and fucks me hard against the shower wall.
But Shine doesn’t seem to be in any hurry, and I find a new respect for the man. I like that he doesn’t rush this, but seems to want to drag it out and savor every moment.
It’s not until the hot water runs out that he shuts it off and grabs a towel to wrap around me.
Once we’re both dry, he spots my open toiletry bag on the bathroom counter and snags the bottle of body lotion.
