Page 103 of Fair Catch

I know it has to be wearing on Hayes, though, to be going out and doing so much. After all, this city is bustling with residents and tourists alike—especially with New Year’s Eve only days away—and I’m even starting to feel peopled out.

Which is why I’m tempted to keep him in bed all day, just like he is right now, curled into my side while he runs his fingers up and down my chest. Well, that is, until he slips free from my hold and crawls out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To shower?” He says it like a question, arching a brow before tacking on, “Is that okay?”

Not particularly, but the thought of him naked, wet, and soapy also has some allure.

“Someone is feeling feisty this morning, I see.” I muse, sitting up against the headboard. “Am I being greeted with dickish Hayes today, or the sweet, cuddly one?”

A laugh leaves him, that filthy glimmer I love taking over his eyes.

“Fuck around and find out,” he says, his smile devious as he heads to the bathroom down the hall.

Fucker.

Drawn to wherever he is, I climb out of bed and grab a set of clean clothes before following him down the hall. Sneaking into the bathroom, I find he’s already turned on the shower, steam filling the air.

His toned back and perfect ass cheeks face me, and when he glances over his shoulder, I find a smirk pulling at his lips. Then, as if I’m not even there, he steps all the way into the tub and closes himself in behind the curtain.

“You mind? I’m trying to take a shower here.”

Oh, hell no.

“Then why’d you leave the door unlocked?” I ask, immediately dropping my clothes to the counter and shoving my underwear to the floor. Sliding the curtain open enough to step in behind him, I murmur, “It’s almost like you wanted me to come in and join you.”

He smirks from beneath the spray as he pushes wet hair off his forehead. “Oh, really? Then with that same logic, you wanted me to join you that morning when I walked in the bathroom and caught you fiddling the flute?”

He says it as a joke, all teasing and ribbing as he steps out of the way for me to get under the water. But little does he know, his assessment is pretty fucking accurate.

Desire and lust rush through me at warp speed at the mere memory, my dick thickening between my legs as I wet my hair.

“Trust me, I would’ve rather had your mouth wrapped around me than my hand,” I rasp, unable to keep the lust out of my voice. “It was everything my fantasies were about that morning.”

My dick is giving a full salute at this point, aching to be touched, and it only gets worse when his lips brush soft kisses over my overheated skin. Starting between my shoulder blades, he moves up my spine to the back of my neck, and I might as well be on fire now.

“You wanted me on my knees for you? Sucking you until you came down my throat?” he whispers against my skin. “That’s some filthy things to wanna do to your roommate, baby.”

His mouth carves a path up the side of my throat now, and the closer he gets to my mouth, the tighter his body seals against mine. His hard cock presses against my crease, slipping and sliding between my ass cheeks as he reaches around, wraps his palm around my shaft and gives me a long, slow stroke.

“I know. I couldn’t help it.”

His thumb plays with the sensitive spot beneath the crown before rolling his palm over the head on the down stroke, and paired with the way his mouth is terrorizing my throat, that’s all it takes to have me primed and ready to go.

“How ‘bout I do you one better?” he asks with a taunting lilt.

“Depends. Aren’t we gonna have to be quiet?”

He laughs, his breath coasting over my skin. “I listened to those two have sex more times than I can count. They could use a little payback.”

“So itisdickish Hayes today,” I muse, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze. “Good to know.”

He smiles, wicked and fierce, before wrapping his hand around the front of my throat. Using his hold as leverage, he turns my head and angles it to meet his waiting lips. His mouth is warm against mine as he gives me a kiss so insistent and demanding, it has my toes curling where I stand.

Sliding his tongue against the seam of my lips, he seeks entry that I’m more than happy to give. Our tongues twist and tangle, mating together in an erotic dance I’ve become addicted to. It takes everything in my power to stay upright while he pillages my mouth, stealing my oxygen, my thoughts, whatever he wants.

I’ve fallen prisoner to his touch, and I have no desire to escape it.

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