Page 63 of Meet Me in the Blue

“Stay with me tonight?” he asked.

My mom was right. She didn’t need a babysitter, and being here with him, I felt a million pounds lighter.

“Okay.”

We let the dog out one last time before we all headed upstairs. Maribelle wasn’t invited into Rook’s bedroom, and we both laughed when she whined at the door.

“Go lie down,” he hollered as he let go of my hand, and we heard her nails clacking against the wood floor, slow and despondent, as she found her way into the guest bedroom.

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t,” he assured me. “She has a dog bed in the other room too.”

“But she normally sleeps in here?”

He shrugged and lifted his hoodie over his head. “She’ll be fine.” His undershirt clung to the muscles of his chest and shoulders, my gaze snagging on his strong hands as he started to unbuckle his belt. “I need to take a shower. You should join me.” He pulled his t-shirt off, and I lost my reply.

The beauty of Rook’s body continued to slay me. His was miles of flawless, soft, tawny-brown skin. Every sweep and curve of muscle defined beneath it. And with him standing there, shirtless, his pants hanging open in the front, it was like he’d stepped out of one of my many fantasies. Except I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore. I was a full-blown adult with a very gorgeous man waiting for me to get undressed.

“Luka?” he asked, and the grin on his face told me he was well aware of what he was doing to me. “Shower?”

“Uh… yes… yeah, let me…” I ripped my long-sleeve shirt over my head and made quick work of my belt buckle.

He shoved his pants and underwear to the ground, and I watched him as he walked into the bathroom. The firm globes of his ass flexed with each step and, Jesus, my entire mouth went dry. I was completely hard and hungry for him by the time I joined him under the hot spray of water. His shower was large, all glass and gray and white tiles. With his back to me, I was able to stand behind him with plenty of room but nestled my dick in the crease of his ass anyway. Rook backed into me, and I snuck my arms around his waist, my palm splaying across his belly. I kissed his neck and sucked the wet skin between my lips.

“Hi,” he said and turned his head to kiss me.

I reached down with my right hand, holding him against me with my left, and a flash of embarrassment heated my cheeks when I wrapped my fingers around his soft cock. Here I was poking him with my ridiculous boner, and he wasn’t even into it yet.

“Sorry, I—”

He covered my hand with his, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip, and stroked himself slowly. The velvet of his skin against my palm, the way he panted in my mouth, I struggled not to spin him around and take control. He needed to pace this. Rook’s arousal was something new to him, and as much as I wanted to be everything he needed, I didn’t want to rush this either. His cock gradually thickened in my hand, and his mouth fell open as I teased the crown with my thumb.

“That feels good,” he panted and licked a drop of water from my lips.

He wasn’t fully erect, but he didn’t seem to care as he turned in my arms and framed my face with his hands, his kiss rough and commanding. My back slammed against the shower wall, and I might’ve yelped at the cold tile on my ass. His forehead rested against mine and we both laughed. “Shit,” I said. “Didn’t mean to break the moment.”

He pulled back, his amber eyes blazing, his hands holding my face like I was something to treasure. “Thisis the moment, Luka. This.” He kissed my lips, my jaw. “Being here with you. I like touching and getting off, but I love this. Love you, more.”

We made out until our fingers started to prune, exploring each other’s bodies, without taking things too far. He covered me in his soap, and I basked in the idea of having his scent all over my skin. I washed his body, too, massaging my fingers into the muscles of his ass and the back of his thighs. He rested his palms flat against the shower wall, his head falling forward like a statue of a god in prayer. I thought about what it would be like to be inside him, how it would feel, if he would even want to try. Lost in the thought, I kissed a slow path down the arc of his spine, biting the top of his right butt cheek. He hissed and I stood to my full height.

Rook looked over his shoulder, his dark gaze pinning me in place. Every sharp rise and fall of his chest came quicker than the last as I slid my arm around him, taking him in hand again. He was still half-hard, but his eyes were hooded, his skin tinged with heat, his lips chapped from the stubble of my five o’clock shadow. He thrust into my fist, and I grasped his hip with my left hand. Finding the right angle, my cock slipped between his legs. He moved, hugging my shaft with his thighs, and I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me. I wasn’t sure if it was the friction or the sound I’d made, but his dick swelled and hardened in my palm, his hips stuttering as I tightened my grip.

With his skin still soapy and slick, I fucked between his thighs, keeping the same rhythm as my hand, working him until he swore, his breath catching in his throat, his fingers grasping at the slippery tile wall and failing. I held him up the best I could, my quads burning with every pump of my hips. I was close to losing it, and when he arched his back, and squeezed his legs together as he came, I let out a strangled cry.

“Christ.” My legs quaked, my release sticky between his legs. I wanted to stay buried there all night. I nipped the crook of his neck and he shuddered, his hand finding mine on the side of his hip, his come washing away in the lukewarm water. “If I could, I’d fall asleep right here.”

Rook chuckled and turned in my arms, pressing against me. “I think our skin would slough off eventually.”

“Gross.”

He left a soft kiss on my lips, and with a dopey smile on his face, he ran his thumb along my jaw. “We should get dried off. The water is getting cold.”

“Fine,” I complained, but kissed him thoroughly before reaching behind him to turn off the faucet.

We were both dried off and naked, snuggled under his covers when he rolled onto his side and cuddled me into his chest. Brushing the hair from my eyes, he said, “I didn’t think I’d ever find someone who I could truly share myself with like this.”

“I knew you would. I just never thought it would be me. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” He curled my hand with his, resting them between us. Nervous, I focused my gaze on the small patch of dark freckles near his hairline. “But you’d tell me, right? If you didn’t like something I did. I don’t ever want you to feel pressured…”

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