Page 57 of Forever Touched

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re feelingaroused. Which is making this ten times worse.”

“This?”

“I’ve had a raging hard on ever since last night, and waking up beside a gorgeous female only made it harder,” he said, not the least bit embarrassed to admit it.

I snickered.

“This isn’t funny, Adalyn,” he growled, still not turning around. At least I knew why he was so tense now, poor guy.

“Let me guess. I came in before you had a chance to jerk off?”

“Yes,” he curtly replied.

Ooh, cranky. A smirk slid onto my lips.

“Well, I’m awake now. No need to be quiet about it. Go rightahead.”

He scoffed. “I’m not giving myself a hand job while you watch.”

“Why not? Too shy?”

“I think you and I both know that shyness isn’t something either of us suffer from.”

“True. Maybe you’re just hoping I’ll offer to do it for you.”

Sudden desire spiked through me.Hisdesire. My smirk widened. Maybe this soulmate oversharing thing wasn’t so bad after all.

Untying my robe, I let it fall to the floor.

As I stepped forward, he tensed even more. Every muscle on his back stood out in stark relief.

“You don’t have to,” he said. Yet I could hear the plea, thehopein his voice.

“I know,” I replied, opening the shower door to slip in behind him. “But I want to.”

He stopped breathing.

“Let me prove it to you,” I softly said, reaching up to touch his back. At the contact, he violently shuddered. Encouraged when he didn’t pull away, I placed my other hand on his back, marveling at the way his muscles rippled beneath my fingertips.

I began to explore him, touching him in a way I’d never touched a male before. I was curious and intrigued, wanting to know him more fully. He held perfectly still while I ran my hands over his muscled back, even though I could tell this was torture for him. I could only imagine how painful his stiff erection was, made all the worse by my presence and touch.

Finally taking pity on him, I stepped closer and slid my hands to his front. As they slowly trailed down the ridges of his hard stomach, his breathing grew labored. “I want to make you feel good, Everett,” I whispered, my lips caressing his warm spine. “Not because it’s myjob. Not even because fate destined us for each other. But because Iwantto.”

To prove it, I slipped a hand down to grip his shaft. It was rigid as stone and swollen to the max, as if he was already moments away from release. The second my fingers closed around him, he groaned. So loudly that I instantly grew wet.

Well, that was new. I’d never become aroused by a male’s pleasure before. It was exciting, and I quickly lost myself to the feel of him beneath my fingertips.

Unlike the first time I’d pleasured him, I wasn’t pretending to enjoy myself. Iwasenjoying myself. I was enjoying his reaction to my touch. I was enjoying how it felt to touch him. I was enjoying how my body reacted tohisreaction.

It was incredible, and for once, I didn’t want the moment to end. I wanted to relish it, tomilkit. So I milked him slowly, taking the time to appreciate his body. I’d thought all dicks were the same, but I’d been wrong. Everett’s was a masterpiece. It was somehow rock hard and silky soft, the girth and length beyond impressive.

If I wasn’t so busy enjoying the feel of his cock in my hand, I would have eagerly dropped to my knees and tasted it.Suckedon it. Which shocked the hell out of me. I’d never liked using my mouth in that way, but with Everett, everything felt different.Ifelt different. I didn’t feel the need to be someone else when I was with him.

I wasn’t Star in this moment. I wasn’t a blood whore pleasuring her client to completion. I was simply me. I was Adalyn.

Stunned by the realization thatIwanted to do this of my own free will, I pressed even closer to him. To the male that I no longer saw as a client. He was something else now, something I couldn’t quite define. That should terrify me, but it only made me want to be closer. To lower my guard even more so he could see the real me.

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