Page 54 of One Pucking Destiny

My finger slides into her opening, and we both groan. She’s so wet and perfectly ready for me. There’s no question that her body wants this. She drops her leg, and it pushes my hand out. She closes the gapbetween us and threads her fingers through my wet hair.

I circle my arms around her back and pull her against me, loving the way her soft skin feels against mine. She pulls my head toward her, and our mouths meet.

The kiss is tentative at first. My lips are in shock over feeling the very thing they’ve craved for so long. It doesn’t take long for it to deepen, our tongues desperate for contact. Kissing is often a roadblock to something better, but it could be the main event with Ari. She kisses me like she owns me—and she could, if she’d only take me.

With my fingers splayed against her back, I slide them up her skin until they’re tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, and I pull her face into mine. Our mouths move together in this feral battle while our tongues tangle, dancing with one another in a needy rhythm.

She yanks her mouth from mine. “Can you do no feelings, Bash?” she pants. “Promise me. This is just today.”

“I know.” My hands glide down her back and over her ass. I’m in awe of the fact that I’m actually touching her.

She drops to her knees, and I watch her in fascination as she kisses my tattoo. She looks up at methrough her eyelashes and smiles. Her kisses trail around my tattoo and over to my dick. She kisses up my shaft before she takes me in her mouth. My head falls back as I release a moan.

Her mouth leaves me, and I look back down at her. She holds me at the base and tilts her head up to me. Her lips are a mere breath away from where I want her to be. “Just today,” she reiterates.

I nod. “Just today.”

She takes me into her mouth again, and I relish in the feeling it brings. Chills run through my body, a contrast to the hot spray of the water. She sucks harder and circles her tongue around the tip, causing a whole new sensation to shoot through me.

The truth is, in this position, I would’ve agreed to anything she asked for. No questions asked. Maybe this is just today, but whether she wants me to or not, I’m going to want her tomorrow, too… and maybe forever.

I’ll wait until later to bring that up, though.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

ARI

I’m officially the weakest person in the world or the horniest… or maybe both. I suffered a severe bout of insanity when I decided to strip down and join Bash in that shower. I don’t know what I was thinking or, more accurately, why I wasn’t thinking. But I just had to have him. Consequences be damned.

While I cleaned him up yesterday, he told me that he thought he was falling in love with me—words he doesn’t remember saying now. His vulnerability broke my heart because I don’t want to hurt him. Part of me felt guilty that he got so drunk yesterday, as if he did it to somehow erase his thoughts of me. Maybe that’s self-indulgent thinking, but it’s the impression I got.

So in response to that guilt, I do what? Go down onhim in the shower and have some of the best shower sex known to man. Yes. That tracks. Completely logical behavior.

What is wrong with me?

At this point, what’s done is done. I have a day of sex planned, and that’s just the way it is.

I was clear with my expectations, and Bash agreed. We’re taking a day to make each other feel good. How is that any different from the one-night stand we had months ago? We’re just two consenting adults hanging out in a way that is enjoyable for us both.

Wrapped in a towel, I look in the bathroom mirror. My chest is flushed pink and not from the hot water. It’s hard to regret my decision when it feels this good.

Bash steps behind me. He moves my wet hair to one side and trails kisses across my shoulder and up my neck.

“Today started a bit different than I thought it would.” His lips pull on my earlobe before he stands up.

“Yeah, for me too.”

He looks at me in the mirror. A smile crosses his face, and he quirks a brow. “You didn’t plan on doing that?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“What made you do it?”

I turn away from the mirror, my backside againstthe bathroom countertop. I press my palms against his bare chest. “Lust.”

He chuckles. “Lust?”

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