Page 74 of Her Wicked Men

“There’s room enough for two,” I said, the smile spreading as I saw his silhouette through the frosted glass.

I watched his form strip down as I enjoyed the welcome warmth, my body reacting instantly when he pulled the door open. He stood before me like the incredible god of a man he was, his naked figure chiseled to perfection, and those dark eyes trawling over me like I was a diamond.

“Zane made quite the mess of you, didn’t he?” he stated as he stepped under the water to join me, his hands brushing up my arms as his body moved in close.

“That he did,” I breathed as I moved to rest one hand on his chest.

“I think you could use something a little softer, don’t you?” he said, the water hitting his hair and making it hang in his eyes. God, he looked beyond dreamy like that.

This whole moment was something I could only dream of, and yet here he was, stepping out of my dreams and into my reality.

He gave me a gentle kiss, his hands running down my arms. His lips were warm and welcome, a tenderness that was nothing like Zane’s ferocity.

He broke away, smiling as he reached for the body wash and began lathering me up. I returned the favor, and our hands explored one another all over. His hands were soft and gentle as they glided along every dip and curve of my body, and I traced every inch of his. “The design is unique, isn’t it?” he noted as he touched my necklace.

“It’s amazing.”

“Kieran had the idea, we all gave some input. Combined effort,” he shared.

“I love it,” I said as I stood on my toes to press my lips to his.

He moaned against my lips, pulling my body flush against his and making the fire burn through me.

“Do you think you’re clean enough?” he breathed as he broke our kiss. “I might make a mess of you all over again.”

I shuddered with anticipation as I chuckled and nodded.

We rinsed one another off, the moment so intimate and sweet it made my heart melt. But I couldn’t help gliding my hand around his erection teasingly. It was a temptation I couldn’t resist.

He moaned, the sound reverberating through him as I circled my hand around his length and gave it a tug. He lolled his headback, enjoying my touch as I kissed his pec, his dick twinging in my hand.

“Damn, looks like our little mouse has found herself,” he rumbled, the water cascading down his shoulders as I teased him.

I stared at him, at the way his body rippled and trembled from just my touch alone. The power that made me feel had a smirk spreading across my lips, and I dared to kneel before him, kissing the tip of his dick.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, rolling his head forward and looking at me with hooded eyes, his dripping hair hanging into his face.

I just smiled sweetly, giving him my most innocent look.

“Nope, fuck this, get up,amore mio,” he commanded, and I obliged.

His lips crashed against mine, hungry and desperate as he lifted one leg up and ground against me. He slid one hand down, teasing it between my folds, finding my slickness ready for him.

“Damn, someone’s excited,” he breathed as he nudged the tip of his dick against me. He moaned before claiming my lips and swallowing the small moan that escaped me.

He continued to just swirl his dick against me, teasing me as I clenched and ached.

“We can start right here, I think,” he said as he broke the heated kiss. His hands moved to my ass, and I gasped as he lifted me up, pressing my back against the cool tiles of the shower.

These men had no qualms about manhandling me, clearly.

His stiffness eased into me, and I clung to him tight, the clashing of the warm water and cool tiles against my back making me quiver as he buried himself in me.

“You sure you’re not sore,topolina?” he rasped as he paused his movements.

“No.” My voice was more breathy than anticipated, and he made soft love to me right under the spray of the water, kissing me passionately.

It was a welcome change of pace, and before I knew it, I was digging my nails into his back, gasping and squirming as my climax descended on me.

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