Page 135 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

Relative being the key word. Because she gripped the hem of my jumper and a hot knot formed with a hard pull low in my middle. “Arms up, please,” she demanded.

It was adorable how she tiptoed and struggled as she took my jumper and thermal undershirt off. Once she threw them aside, she tracked slow, admiring fingers over my abdomen and through the dark hairs over my chest. My heart jackhammered under her palm, but my hands settled on her hips, pulling her jumper from her skirt with a one-track mind.

I want to put a baby inside her. My baby. Our baby.

I dropped her jumper onto the patterned tiles and in the same breath, spun her by the shoulders to face the mirror. Round eyes reflected back at me as her lips parted breathlessly. Fucking stunning.

Skirt, bra, panties. I stripped her out of everything that hid her naked curves from me, then let her stand with her back to me, watching through the mirror as I took off my trousers and boxers. The moment we were both naked, I wrapped my arms around her and drew her back against my chest.

Our first skin on skin contact in nearly three fucking days.

I groaned into her hair as embers flew across my skin, mapping the way she fit against me and collecting where the top of her arse cradled my thickening length. She made a hitched noise and for a single moment, she pressed back into me. But then she tipped her weight forward against my arms.

“Kai,” she said huskily. “Shower.”

I squeezed her back closer to me. “Later.”

“Kai.” There was an amused bounce to her tone as she smiled through the mirror. “Patience.”

She wanted me to be patient? How? I was an addict, and she was the temptation I couldn’t possibly ever give up standing naked and within reach. And I was supposed to resist when every inch of me was weeping to have her, feel her, taste her?

She stepped past the mirror, tugging me by the hand to the shower along the back wall. Of course, I didn’t complain, but…but if I had to be patient, it was only fair she felt my frustration too…

It was childish. But the possessive, clingy agitation weaving through me needed her to feel the exact same helpless need and obsession I felt for her.

Her black and white ensuite bathroom had a big, sleek, modern shower against the black-tiled wall. Open on both sides, there was only a glass, wall-to-floor panel keeping the sprays at bay.

Esmeralda pulled me under the large, square showerhead and kept her back to my chest while the warm water soaked us for a minute. Then she picked up the pastel purple bottle of shampoo and turned to me. “Did you use my shampoo in the morning?” she asked, flicking the lid open.

“Hmm,” I said, nudging the lid back closed and taking the bottle from her. I leaned over and swapped the shampoo for the mint-coloured bottle of bodywash and put it in her hand.

“You don’t want me to wash your hair?”

I shook my head, pushing my wet hair back from my forehead. All I wanted was for this shower to be over so I could take her in seven different ways. And that would just be the start of it.

She flipped the lid open and drizzled the whitish-green liquid across my chest and shoulders.

I lifted my arms and turned which way she asked as she lathered the soap all over my top half. I bit back my groans and growls every time her wet breasts and pebbled nipples brushed against my burning skin. But when she tried to pull me back under the shower spray to wash off, I didn’t budge.

“My legs,” I said, my voice as thick and hard as the heavy length between my thighs.

Esmeralda wasn’t shy when it came to sex, but her face flushed beet red the moment her gaze dropped to my legs. It was adorable. It turned me on. It made me want to fucking tease her.

I stepped forward, crowding her against the wall to her back, and picked up the bodywash to squirt some on my thighs. Her lashes dropped…and rose. I arched a brow as I waited. And with a delicious little gulp, she slowly got down on her knees. Fuck yes.

I bent over her, bracing my hands on the wall and protecting her from the shower spray, as she looked up at me. Eyes so big and beautiful. So fucking greedy and eager and hungry. My dick throbbed and twitched towards her parted lips as she rubbed over my thighs and down my legs. Not once did she dare touch my hard cock, but she couldn’t resist a few lingering peeks.

“Done,” she croaked, placing her hands on her thighs like such a pretty, obedient little slut.

My legs were shaking, my dick was leaking like a broken tap, and I was a thousand per cent sure if I took her hair in my hands and told her to open her mouth, Esmeralda would take my length to the back of her throat and swallow every drop of my cum. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

Taking her by the hand, I helped her up onto her feet, and she flopped back against the wet wall. I generously drizzled the bodywash over her, then got to work teasing and washing her.

Starting at her neck, I massaged the spot below her ears until her lashes quivered. I teased under her breasts, around her nipples, never touching them directly. Not even when she squirmed and silently pleaded me with big, hazy eyes.

I gave the same treatment to her hot, swollen pussy. I braced her feet one at a time on my legs and kneaded high up on her inner thighs. Her breaths quickly grew shallow and broken. When I got to her back, she was shaking so much I couldn’t help a triumphant smirk against her hair. But I continued to torment her even as we washed off and dried up back inside the bedroom.

“Are you mad at me?” she stuttered as I accidentally brushed the white towel across her nipples for the dozenth time, while gently rubbing her hair dry. “Because—because I told you to be patient.”

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