Page 68 of The Desire

“Rem, I’m serious, we need to talk about this. What we just did.”

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? Sleep sounds so much more appealing.” His hand moves to my cheek. “Don’t stress about it. We both know there is no going back after tonight, but how we make that work sounds like a tomorrow problem. Agreed?” Lifting his head, he kisses my forehead so softly.

“Now sleep, woman, this old man needs to recharge before he eats you for breakfast.” He pulls me back into his side, and I relax my head onto his shoulder again. I can’t do anything but agree. I don’t have the energy to argue or even think clearly. Except for repeating his words in my head. Maybe I should have accepted the shower if he plans on going down on me again in the morning.

This man is insatiable, and surprisingly, I’m learning so am I, when I feel the moisture between my legs at the thought of his beard there again.

The sound of running water from the bathroom has me starting to come out of the sleep coma I must have fallen into last night. Before opening my eyes, I reach across to feel the bed next to me, and the sheets are still warm, so I know that it’s not been long since Rem got up.

Mmmm, a hot shower sounds delightful. Opening my eyes, I stretch my body out on the bed. I throw back the covers and feel muscles in my stretch that I didn’t even know I had.

I quickly tiptoe on bare feet, naked, to the bathroom before Rem has time to know I’m awake. Standing in front of the shower, I admire the strong Adonis of a body that is before me. He’s leaning his arm against the tiled wall, and every muscle in his back is tensed, showing me how all his fitness nights have brought perfection.

I thought I was quiet, but I forget that he has this extra sense that none of us seem to have.

“I can feel you watching me, but let me assure you, touching is so much more fun than watching.” His morning voice is so hot, thick and gravelly, like he is just getting himself together for the day.

“Oh, I know how good touching that body is, I don’t need convincing.” Opening the door, I take one step in as he turns to face me, and before I even have time to close the door behind me, I’m in his arms with my back against the tiles and my legs wrapped around his waist. The hot stream of water runs over both of us from the showerhead on the ceiling.

I don’t even have time to worry about my morning breath as Rem kisses me like it’s been forever since he had his lips on mine.

We come up for breath, our foreheads touching.

“Good morning, beautiful.” And all the fears I have start to raise their head again. “No, no, we aren’t worrying. We are showering. I’m washing you and praising your body. Then I’m eating my breakfast and feeding you yours, before I clean you again.”

Trying to open my mouth to say something, his finger lands on my lips.

“Shh, just relax and enjoy the early morning.” And his cock that is already hard rocks into my pussy, pulling a groan from both of us. Just grinding over me is enough to set me on fire again. Without a condom, we continue writhing on each other, and it’s so erotic to get off without the penetration.

“Now that’s more like it.” He starts kissing me hard as my legs drop to the floor, and he continues to make my body his until I’m orgasming again so hard that I can’t stand. I end up on my knees with his cock down my throat.

All I can think about is how I could handle this sort of breakfast every morning, even though that’s not reality, but it’s nice to dream.

Finally stepping out of the shower, Rem wraps me up in a large, fluffy cream towel and pulls one around his waist too. He brings his hands back on top of the towel and rubs over me to keep me warm and dry me.

“Turn for me.” He directs me to face toward the large mirror on the wall in a large gold gilded frame.

Looking into the mirror, all the air leaves my lungs when I see my neck, and the raging fear and panic comes racing to my brain.

“Remington, what did you do!” I yell without even one bit of control.

My hand jumps to my mouth in shock, my eyes almost out of their sockets as I stare at the large, dark mark that is obviously from him.

“I told you last night, I don’t care who knows you’re mine. I was marking what’s mine.” I can see the arousal in his eyes, inspecting his work.

I glare at him like I’m about to tear him apart, but his doesn’t seem to care.

“What are you, sixteen? Seriously, how the fuck do I explain a hickey to Tori and the rest of them!” My rage boils over, and I storm into the bedroom to get dressed and get as far away from him as I can before I do or say something I’ll regret.

Until I’m standing in the middle of the room remembering that my clothes are in the room with the ghosts, and there is no way I want to put my shorts from last night back on. They were wet, and I’m too angry to think of how that happened right now.

Storming to his suitcase that is open on the luggage rack in the corner, I rummage through it until I find a clean pair of track pants and a shirt and start to put them on.

“Mmm, you look sexy as fuck in my clothes.” His voice makes me turn and look at him casually leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom, still in just a towel and checking me out from top to bottom.

“Really?” I throw my hands in the air. “That’s all you can say?”

“Yep.” His smirk pushes me over the edge, and I storm out of the room.

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