Page 57 of Surge of Heat

“I’m taking a shower,” I tell him, heading for the bathroom.

His eyes are glued on me as I walk across the room. When I reach the door, I call back, “You’re welcome to join me. If you want.”

I’m grinning as I head in and turn on the shower, hearing the sound of him rapidly getting out of bed. That’s all any woman ever really needs, to feel wanted, and these men sure as hell always make me feel wanted.

He slips into the shower behind me, making the decent-sized space feel small. Without a word, he gets my body wash on his hands and begins to scrub me down. He starts with my shoulders, then my lower back, my ass, my thighs, my legs, and my feet. I’m practically humming under his soft touch.

“Turn,” he murmurs.

I do, and he works his way back up from my feet to my legs, my thighs. He lingers over my pussy, washing it with care. Then he lets the water wash away the soap before he puts his mouth over me and sucks.

My hands dig into his hair, and I sigh as I spread my legs. He continues with his careful administrations, licking and sucking as my body heats up and then becomes a blaze. I lift one leg and set it on the side of the tub, and he moves in deeper. I tighten my hold on his head and grind against him.

Time passes as I work myself on this incredible man’s mouth. It gets harder to breathe. Harder to think. And then I come. My orgasm hits me in waves that send my legs tingling and my vision wavering. Every nerve is alive and every flick of his tongue is pure torture until my body slowly cools.

I lower my leg, and he pulls back, looking absolutely pleased with himself. I see he’s come too, and the knowledge that just touching me was enough to get him off turns me on.

“Well, it looks like you’ve gotten dirty again,” he says, his voice filled with amusement.

“You too,” I tell him, using my foot to stroke his dick.

He finishes cleaning me, then washes my hair with shampoo and conditioner until the tangled strands go smoothly through his fingers. I’m impressed. He must have been a shampoo boy in another life.

“I should hire you to always help me in my showers,” I tell him.

His smile is beautiful. “I’d accept that job, no questions asked.”

We get out of the shower and dress and get ready. When we’re done, we look ready to face the day. He’s smiling, pleased as can be. Which is the perfect time to try to address things.

“You know you shouldn’t have attacked Aydan last night.”

His smile falters. “He deserved it.”

“Why?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “He was here with you.”

“I let him be here with me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, as if that’s the least important thing.

“It does matter. I’m with Aydan too. You need to accept that.”

He laces his hand with mind. “Let’s just go get breakfast.”

“You don’t want to talk about this.” It’s obvious, but I say it anyway.

He lifts a brow and smiles. “No, I don’t want to talk about this.”

I sigh. “Is there anything I can say to help your relationship with Aydan?”

“Not a thing,” he tells me, and at least he’s being honest.

We head out of my room, into the elevator, and to the cafeteria. As soon as the doors open, I see Aydan and Granger. I try to pull my hand away from Evander, but he keeps ahold of me as we start walking to get food.

Aydan’s nostrils immediately flare. His gaze moves from me to Evander, and I see momentary pleasure that Evander’s face isbattered and bruised. It’s short-lived though. His eyes narrow, and he zeroes in on our hands touching.

We reach the area to get our trays, and Evander finally lets me go. Then we both pile our plates full of eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, and biscuits. When we turn around, I hesitate, then head for Aydan and Granger’s table.

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