Half an hour went by before I headed out for a glass of water. On my way to the kitchen, I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.
Running water.
The shower was on.
Eli was in the shower.
Ohhh.
A mental image hit me for the briefest of moments, and my body flushed.
Eli was on his back on the bed, and I was sitting on his face while he ate me out. My bare body bounced and rocked, his hands full of my ass.
The immediate burst of lust was sharp, and intense.
He was jerking off.
And I had two options:
I could retreat to my room and keep hiding away.
Or, I could join him.
It would be the beginning of our test run if I went with the latter. And the test run could potentially lead to pain.
But was it worth the risk?
My gut said yes.
And I was tired of hiding and retreating.
So, I took a long breath in, then crossed the cabin. I hadn’t even been inside Eli’s room since that day we dropped off the cupcake blanket. And he hadn’t returned said blanket. Or maybe he hadn’t washed it yet. I definitely hadn’t done laundry.
Anyway, all of that was beside the point.
I slipped my shirt over my head and ditched it on the floor in his bedroom.
My pants followed, though I left my bra and panties on.
Eli loved stripping those off of me.
I padded into the bathroom—he’d left the door open—but stopped just inside.
His shower had a huge glass door, and it gave me the perfect view of him.
He had one hand against the shower’s wall. The other was wrapped around his cock, stroking. His muscles were tight, his chest rising and falling quickly.
I’d never watched him pleasure himself before.
We’d done a hell of a lot during heat, but never that.
Water fell over him, plastering that gorgeous blond hair to his forehead, but he didn’t seem to notice it at all.
His body tensed at the end of every stroke.
He was going to lose it without me, and I didn’t want that. Not even a little.
I crossed the bathroom quickly. When I pulled the shower’s door open, his gaze jerked to me. His eyes were blue—so damn blue.