Kathryn froze beneath the power of Jake’s gaze. That and his bare-naked Adonis assets in all their glory. With a single step, he closed the distance between them, and she looked up to his darkening eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, and then firmed her voice. “I was with you most of last night. Until your favorite nurse started whining about food.”
Jake reached behind her, tugging her ponytail free. “You need a shower.” Before she could respond, he’d stripped off her top and bra, and began tugging off her jeans.
Powerless, she tried to dissuade him. “Jake, you’re recovering.”
He dropped to his knees, pressing his mouth against her panties, breathing hot kisses into her sex. “Yes, and I need a nurse.” Inching her panties down, he scorched her core with his tongue.
Trembling, she said, “But everyone’s downstairs. And the door isn’t locked.”
He stood, sliding his hand to the nape of her neck and gripping. He licked her lips. “Then use your safe word. And I’ll stop.”
God, don’t stop.
When she didn’t respond, he led her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She tested the water and stepped in, tipping her head back to allow the hot streams to wash away everything on her mind but the moment.
Jake followed and adjusted the strength of the jets. “Temperature okay?” When she nodded, he pumped shampoo in his palm and gently lathered her hair, then rinsed her hair clean. “Does this hurt?”
She shook her head, letting out a breathy, “No. But your hands . . .”
“They’re fine.”
With a handful of soap, he dedicated his hands to her body. He lathered her slowly, massaging her slick skin as her sudsy hands moved against his taut muscles.
He’s beautiful. Perfect.
Her fingers slowed over every scar as she admired the body of a man whose return from hell shaped him into a god. Each wound, memorized long before this, had been sealed closed with her fingerprints.
She’d laid her claim on him years ago.
“There’s something you need, kitten.” His words were more than those of a man eager to plunge into her desire. This was an offer. Just for her. His fingers dipped down, sliding back and forth through the slickness of her folds.
“Y-yes,” she said, her lips quivering. His hands seduced everything at once, caressing her sex and ass together.
His low voice whispered, “Say red if you need to.”
With her nod, his tongue pushed through her trembling lips. As he flicked at the blooming nub of her clit with one hand, his other roaming fingers skimmed back and forth between her cheeks.
Rising to her toes and whimpering with want, she held him in as he took her to a forbidden pleasure she’d never imagined. Her breath stuttered as her nails raked across his skin.
He sighed in pleasure, coaxing her for more. “That’s it, little kitten. Harder.”
Her fingers curved, and she ran her nails harder across his skin. She could feel herself building, with more sensations exploding from every sweep of his hands. His teeth bit sweetly, and the tug of her nipple was too much.
“Come for me,” he demanded, with a gentle finger forcing through the barrier of the sweet spot between her cheeks.
Her body shuddered as the ecstasy erupted in a throaty cry. When she collapsed back against the wall, his mouth was on hers, crashing through her open lips, hungry to swallow each moan.
He pulled back from her still wanting mouth. “More, kitten?”
Her heavy eyes met his, and she nodded.
His voice softened. “What do you want?”
She shuddered, still filled with his finger, afraid to set the words free.
“Say it,” he whispered.
“You, Jake.” Her finger traced his jaw. “Since the moment I laid in your arms . . . blindfolded, baring my soul and my secrets. You’re what I want.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“No,” Kathryn said, still panting. “You don’t need to get anything. I’m covered. And I want you. All of you.”
His powerful arms lifted her, and her legs wrapped around him. His tip slid to her entry as his fingers again dipped in before he shoved the length of his shaft inside her core, stretching her in crashing waves of hard thrusts matched to the tempo of the finger working her ass.
“I—I can’t breathe,” she said, panting.
“Then say red,” he growled.
“No,” she huffed out, slicing her nails down his arms.
Merciless, he thrust her hard against the wall, forcing the length of himself deep inside before her cries echoed with his on the glass walls of the shower.