Page 134 of Something So Strong

My hands brace against my door, and I push against his pressure. I rock back—my dick aching as he grinds. Then, when I’m about to lose my mind completely, he pulls away and pounds back against me.

I jolt forward and my hands slip, my weight falling to my elbows.

Those deadly fingers release my hips and make their way to tickle over my ribs and scrape my shoulders until his lips are at my ear. “Open the door, Jesse.”

Christ almighty.

I miss the handle on my first attempt.

The same bratty snicker Kai gave me in the stairwell follows me into the bathroom. “You left the key in the door.”

He doesn’t get an answer. I don’t have one.

I don’t even know why I just turned the shower on and my shirt is already off.

The only thing I do know is I need to keep as calm as I can, but that’s a virtual impossibility around Kai at the most mundane of times.

I scuff off my shoes and kick them into the corner.

I rip at my belt and peel off my pants.

I’m under the stream of too-hot water—slicking my hair back off my face—before I catch Kai in the bathroom doorway.

Slowly, one by one, he undoes the buttons of his shirt, replacing the blue that was covering his chest with black ink on milky skin.

The shirt’s hem is tugged from beneath his belt and his upper body is bare.

He steps forward. “Am I allowed in?”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” His belt’s undone and he’s another step closer.

“Other than forgetting who’s in charge.”

Kai’s head lowers, but it only draws my attention to how he runs his thumbs back and forth around the band of his pants and underwear to get a grip on them before removing them both in one go.

He’s so hard.

So big.

So mine.

“I know you’re in charge.” With his head still lowered, he looks at me through his lashes. “Can I come in and say I’m sorry?”

The problem is, I don’t think he’ll be saying anything.

But… is that actually a problem?

“You’ve got five seconds before I change my mind.”

I turn my back to him as he opens the shower door.

Compelled to do something, I pump body wash into my hands and lather it over my chest.

I want Kai against me so badly, but there’s some crazy part of me that thinks if I come across too eager, he won’t like it. And our relationship has been so drawn out. So goddamn slow. So wrought with anticipation that I’m terrified I might suck at it. I mean, what if I hate it? What if it hurts so much I don’t ever want to try it again? Where does that leave us?

“Why are you teasing me?”

---