Page 25 of The Noisemaker

I tried not to smile as I narrowed my eyes at him. “We have another bathroom.”

He licked his lips as he began lathering up his washcloth. “Yes, this is true,” he pointed out. “So, I had a choice…” He started scrubbing his body. “I could take a shower by myself, or”—he ran his fist over his hard dick— “I could take a shower with the woman who did this to me.”

“Well, that’s not fair.” The knot in my belly tightened. “You come in here teasing me and distracting me.”

His dick twitched and I had to pretend not to notice.

“How am I teasing you?” he asked, continuing to wash himself and intermittently stroking his dick. “I’m just trying to get myself clean.”

“Yeah okay.” I rolled my eyes.

His gaze swept down my body and then lingered on my chest. “You don’t believe me?”

He took a step closer. His wet body just grazed my wet body.

“No,” I murmured, massaging my breasts. “I think you want to tease me.”

My nipples ached from his nearness.

I wanted him to touch me.

I needed him to touch me.

Licking his lips, he replied, “I think you’re the one doing the teasing.”

“Me?” I let one hand slip down my body until I got to the apex of my thighs. I started rubbing that hand over my waxed pussy. Staring up at him, I whispered, “I’m just showering. Letting the body get massaged by the water. Getting myself nice and wet—”

Desmond crashed his mouth into mine, pulling my body into his. His erection hung heavily between us, pressing against my belly. He broke the kiss and just stared at me in awe. “You said yes.”

“And I’ll keep saying yes. Over and over and over again.”

As the water pelted his back and sprinkled on me, he brought his lips close and hovered over mine. I waited for his mouth to cover mine, but when it didn’t, I opened my eyes.

As if that was what he was waiting for, he smirked.

Nibbling and sucking on my lower lip, he aroused every sexual urge in my body. I felt my clit throbbing, begging for that same type of attention.

His hands coasted down my back until he palmed each ass cheek. His dick seemed to get harder as he kissed along my jaw and made his way to my neck. He kissed and nibbled his way to my nipples.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as he sucked each hardened peak, owning my body.

“You like that?” he grunted against my skin.

I moaned affirmatively.

Sucking harder, he seemed driven by my pleasure.

“Tell me,” he growled.

“Yessssssssss.”

I had goosebumps by the time he kissed his way back to my lips.

I loved the feeling of his wet body sliding against mine. “I love the way you touch me,” I moaned into his mouth as his hand moved down my belly.

He pulled away slightly and stared at me as the pads of his fingers slipped over my waxed flesh. “I love touching your body. I love tasting you. I love hearing you moan. I love watching you come. I love making you scream.”

“Desmond…” I dragged his name out as he found my clit.

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