Page 58 of ILY
He follows me as I tug him toward the house. “Am I supposed to grovel for the rest of my days?”
I turn around and smirk, letting him see my mouth as I speak. “Sure are.”
“Then I am forever your humble servant.”
I trip up the stairs slightly as I pull him into the house. Luckily, he catches me, and I don’t face-plant this time. Very handy, having him around, I think.
Pulling him up the stairs and to my bathroom, I close the door and flick the water on. “Strip,” I say. “I’m going to wash you head to toe and then get on my knees and eat your ass.”
He blushes and stammers, almost unsure if he heard that right. “M-my ass?”
“Yes. Eat. Your. Ass.” I sign along with the words to make sure he’s processing them all. But the look on his face is more than being turned on. He looks unsure. “Unless…you don’t want me to?”
He quickly shakes his head. “Oh, I do. I—I just, I’ve never…no one’s ever done that before. To me.”
My heart aches a little for him. It’s easy to tell now that he’s not keeping secrets that he’s been a very lonely man. Just like me. With a lot less sex, I’m starting to think.
“Well, I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing.” I toss my shirt off, watching it land in the toilet. I sigh, pulling it out and throwing it into the sink. I really need to remember to close the lid.
“Where are you going to throw those shorts? Out the window?” Thorne asks me, and I roll my eyes.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I like being full of surprises.”
Thorne chuckles and strips down very calmly and without tossing his clothes in all the wrong places. No, they land in a nice little pile by his feet. My gaze roams across his body, taking in his muscular legs, his thick, hard cock, and those wide shoulders. But it’s his face I focus on.
So fucking perfect.
“What?” he asks, pulling his hearing aids out and setting them on the counter.
“Just…get in the shower. Hurry,” I sign and speak at the same time.
He grins and moves past me, my eyes falling to his ass. It’s round and bouncy, and I can’t wait to rock his world with my tongue.
He steps into the shower and under the stream of water. I nearly trip trying to get in beside him. He catches me again, and I press against him.
“Thank you for saving me all the time.”
He glances down at me, reading my lips. Water rushes down his face, his shoulders, his chest. “Anytime, Leaf.”
I nearly faint from how much I want him. Funny how I went from being so angry this morning to wanting to get on my knees and eat his ass a few hours later.
It’s hard not to. Looking at him, he’s a goddamn midnight snack.
I reach behind him and grab the soap, rubbing it aggressively over his skin.
He laughs, grabbing my wrist and stopping me abruptly. “You’re scrubbing my skin off.”
“I know. I want to hurry. I want to get to your ass.”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m very sexy and also very into your muscular butt. I want it to clamp down on my face and keep me inside your hole.”
“God,” he says, his voice weak. Thready.Desperate.
I have him exactly the way I want him. “Let me show you exactly how good it’s going to be with me.”
His trembling fingers slip from my wrist, and he watches as I rub the soap over the two of us, bubbles forming on our skin before washing down the drain. When he finally turns around and I run that bar along his back and down to his ass, I feel jittery nerves bloom inside of me.
