Page 57 of Burn

I rinsed off my hands and then scrubbed them against my face. Even raising my hands that high made that wound throb. I hated this. I hated every damn minute of it.

“Not so much,” he answered in an easy tone as he slid his hands into my hair. The unexpected contact jolted me. Then he worked his fingers against my scalp. “To be fair, I wasn’t much more than a distraction for her too. Sex can be calisthenic. The release of endorphins helps with stress and it can definitely relax a person.”

A weak laugh escaped me. “Not all sex.”

“No,” he said, agreeably. “Usually, only the sex where you enjoy pleasing your partner and they enjoy pleasing you. When it’s just about getting your rocks off—well, I can do that just as well with my hand as a pretty girl’s cunt.”

God I appreciated the bluntness. It helped to chase away the tears. With the lightest of touches to my shoulders, he turned me to face him.

“Keep your eyes closed, Firecracker, we need to rinse your hair.” I wanted to protest not being able to see him but I never lost contact with him. When he nudged me backwards and into the spray, I put a hand on his chest and took a deep breath in case the water against my bandage hurt.

He finger combed through my mass of hair as he rinsed it. The contact with him helped, particularly when my nipples went tight as tingles spread out from where his fingers glided over my scalp.

“There we go.” He guided me forward and I used a hand to wipe the excess water away from my face. Voodoo watched me with hooded eyes as he leaned toward me, his arms extended as he pumped out the conditioner.

Then he set those magical hands in my hair again, combing the conditioner through it and alternating with massaging my scalp and my neck. Every touch had weight to it, but not too much.

Drinking in the contact, I let my eyes fall closed.

“Stay with me,” he murmured.

“Not going anywhere.” That was a promise. “At least not yet.” I would have to eventually. “What you’re doing feels really good.”

“I’m glad,” he said, his voice low and almost melodic. “I can make you feel even better if you want.”

That offer had me opening my eyes once more. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and I swore my insides clenched. It was both intimate and open.

“To be perfectly clear,” I answered in a rough voice. “We’re discussing sex still, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, his smile growing.

It was the absolute sobriety in his eyes though that held me captive. He wasn’t getting himself off by staring at my body. Infact, we were close enough to be in contact everywhere but I only had one hand on his chest and he had his hands in my hair.

“We are definitely discussing sex. I can eat you out, let you fuck my fingers if that will get you off or I can sit down and keep you on my lap while I fuck up into you. We have a few options we can explore.”

Heat scored through me at the offer. It was decadent, direct, and desired. Voodoo was a good looking guy. He wasn’t model perfect or movie star styled. If anything, he was grounded and so very real. From his strong jaw, to his dark hair and eyes, and light brown skin—he was everything I wasn’t.

The dick that had been impressive before thumped against his belly now. It was red and engorged.

“The offer is there,” he continued as he nudged me back toward the water still keeping his contact light. “You can take it or not. There is no demand.”

“You’re not interested?” The question escaped me before I could quite think through the implications of it. His chest was flush to mine this time as he rinsed my hair. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him everywhere.

“Firecracker, if I wasn’t interested and if I hadn’t seen similar interest in your eyes, I wouldn’t have offered.”

Another shiver went through me. My nipples tightened even more painfully. The brush against his skin was electric, but it was the light dusting of hair that tickled and felt so good.

“All of that said, I know where you were and what likely happened. So this is not on me demanding anything from you. When we fuck, Firecracker, it will only be when it is one hundred percent mutual.”

Another shudder went through me. This time when he nudged me forward, he did so with his hand palming my ass. The heat and ease in the contact, crumbled whatever feeble resistance I’d been considering.

“I really want to fuck you,” I admitted, lifting my gaze to his. “I want to feel you fuck me—I want to wipe away everything else and never think about it again.”

“Then use me, Firecracker,” he murmured as he tilted his head downward. I pushed up on my toes. Before our mouths connected, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, his arm an iron band around my waist.

I barely had time to process the feeling of grinding against him then his mouth was on mine. The world just kind of slowed as he teased my lips apart. At the first sign of them parting, he thrust his tongue against mine. It was equal parts gentle coaxing and wild demand.

The weight of his cock pressing against my stomach had me lifting my thighs to his hips. Despite how tightly we were both hanging on, he didn’t shift our positions or break off the kiss.

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