Page 114 of The Monster of Hotel No. 7
But before I can try to vocalize any of what I’m feeling, he turns from me, swiping back the shower curtain. He doesn’t release me though and I don’t try to move as he crouches down, grabbing something from the drugstore bag.
When he stands again, pulling the curtain closed once more and trapping us in here, I see he has the topical medicine in his hand, a cream for sore muscles.
As he faces me, he is seemingly indifferent to the water saturating his hoodie, his bandana, causing it to cling to his skin. He looks at my thighs, the tiles, then he says, very quietly, his gaze coming to mine, “Turn around.”
I glance at the white and red tube of cream in his hand. “Tell me about the blood,” I say quietly, meeting his gaze again. “Tell me what happened to you.” I scan his body, but with all of his clothes on, even his high-tops, I can see nothing.
“Turn around, and I’ll tell you.” He curls his fingers in the top I’m wearing, pulling at the silk fabric, and exposing one breast. I feel the water streaming over my bare skin and glance down, watching my pink nipple harden into a tight ball.
He runs his bare thumb over it softly and every nerve in my body is alight. “Turn around,” he says again, his voice rougher. “You’re safe with me, Karia.” The exact opposite of what he’s said all along, and yet I feel it.
My paranoia washing away.
The hotel is old, like he said.
No one is here.
Not yet.
And I want to listen to him. To obey.
But when I glance at his pants, I see how hard he is for me, his erection bulging.
And I decide I won’t turn around.
I know what he intends to do; he wants to take care of me, put the cream on my shoulder.
But I want to take care of him, too.
No one ever has.I want to be the first.
And maybe if he’s not so sexually frustrated, he’ll answer some of my damn questions.
Before I can think it through, I step forward suddenly, and he doesn’t try to pin me back against the wall before I drop to my knees in the tub, the water cascading down my arm as I slowly reach my hands to his thighs, gripping them firmly.
His body is tense, but he says nothing. When I lift my head up to stare at him through my lashes, water swirling around my knees toward the silver drain, he’s staring back at me, his lips pressed together.
“My shoulder hurts,” I tell him softly. “But my mouth doesn’t.” And before he can think I mean something more than I do, I palm his erection, feeling how hard and thick he is beneath my hand.
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t stop me.
“Take care of me,” I whisper, knowing I’m pushing my luck. “And I’ll take care of you.”
“Karia—”
“I won’t take your pants off. I won’t…reallytouch you. Just…this.” I glide my hand up and down the length of him, wondering if I could possibly make him come like this.“Let me, Sullen.”And before he can say anything, I press my face to him, running my cheek over how hard he is.
A low groan leaves the back of his throat and his fingers tangle in my hair, but instead of pushing me away like I expect, he only holds me closer.
Something knots tight and warm in my chest, and I keep running my cheek over him, wishing desperately for more but contenting myself withthis.
A moment later and I feel the cream on my skin. Then he drops the tube with a soft splash in the water around my knees and starts to massage me. He draws aside the thin strap of my bra top, pushing it down my arm before he slides his palm back up.
The touch makes the tiny, damp hairs all over my body stand on end.
It feelsdivine.I groan as I continue rubbing him with my face, and his fingers splay around my back, curving over my shoulder blade. His hand is so big, he touches all of me easily. He curves his fingertips into my skin, massaging deep in a way that’s borderline painful but the cream is icy-hot, tingling and soothing at once.
I pull back a little to mouth at him over his pants, running my bottom lip over the length of him, and when I look up through my lashes, I see his eyes locked on mine and his lips are parted in a way that is so fuckinghot.
