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I swallowed hard.

I angled my hips away, not wanting to put my cock right in her face as I got the last of the shampoo out of her hair. But her hand was still on my thigh and still trailing upwards. My muscles were tense as my mind went blank. When she reached the top of my thigh, her fingers disappeared and a second later, I felt a light touch on the underside of my cock.

Holy shit.

The touch was gentle touch, almost tentative. I glanced down and saw her looking up at me with an expression I could only describe as both nervous and completely determined.

My mind spun. A part of me couldn’t believe this was happening, another part was so turned on I could barely stand. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock, and I forgot how to think. I put the showerhead back on its holder, afraid I might lose control and drop it on her.

The hot water drummed against my shoulders, running in rivulets down my chest, but I hardly noticed. All I could focus on was her warm touch.

When she first took me between her lips, my vision went hazy for a second. I let out a ragged exhale that I hoped wasn’t too loud. Her mouth provided an amazing, warm pressure and my groan bounced around the tile walls, the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.

Tori was being bold, but also careful, like she wanted to make sure she wasn’t accidentally hurting me. And like she was reading every shift of my body to figure out what felt best.

I braced a hand against the tile, trying to keep my balance. Heat coiled low in my stomach, and the simple, logical part ofmy brain was long gone. Every nerve in my body fired at once. I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped my lips. And I couldn’t help calling her name as I placed a hand on the side of her head.

She glanced up at me, water droplets clinging to her lashes. The sight of my hard cock emerging from those soft lips nearly pushed me over the edge.

For a moment, I tried to say something, to tell her how incredible she was, how insanely good this felt—but words wouldn’t come. Instead, I let my fingers gently tangle in her wet hair, guiding her just a little. If she was willing to give this to me, I would gladly accept. I wanted this more than I could have imagined.

God, the sensation of her mouth and her tongue were incredible. They produced a rush of pleasure that made my knees threaten to buckle. I was vaguely aware of the water splashing around us, and of the soft flickering light from the candle, but mostly I was lost in her. In the way she touched me, in the quiet determination I felt in every move.

My breathing turned ragged. Tension gathered at the base of my spine, everything inside me coiling tighter, closer to that edge. Every cell in my body wanted to give in to it—wanted to let her push me right over that line.

“God,” I managed to rasp, barely recognizing my own voice. I could tear my eyes from her face as she took my cock. I kept having to reassure myself this was really happening.

She looked up again, and I swore I saw the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth, despite everything else. That was what did it. My balls tingled and my whole body tensed. I clutched at her hair and tried to ease her back in case she didn’t want to swallow, but she stayed where she was, her lips firmly wrapped around my cock. My whole body tightened, and I came with a shuddering groan I couldn’t hold back, heat coursing through me as she swallowed rapidly.

For a long moment, I stood there, water beating down on my shoulders, as I tried to catch my breath. I just stared at her, heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. She smiled as she finally let my spent cock slide away from those soft lips.

Finally, I helped her up, still unsteady, and I pulled her into me, water cascading off our tangled bodies. I didn’t have the right words for what I was feeling—a mix of gratitude, wonder, and a powerful urge to worship this amazing woman.

When she nestled her head against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her.

I didn’t let go for a very long time.

36

LUCAS

The storm didn’t let up enoughfor me to drive home until nearly midnight. I spent that time studying in the library, though no one else from the study group showed up. Then when that closed, I went over to the union. I texted Jayden a few times. He said Kyle had messaged and said he was going to stay at his frat house. So that was good. My stepbrother wasn’t my favorite person, but I didn’t want him dead on the side of the road with a tree across his truck.

The house was dark and quiet when I entered. I didn’t even realize that the lights were off until I tried to turn on the wall switch.

I was exhausted. I trudged back to my room, hoping to find Tori there, but she wasn’t. That made sense. If only she and Jayden were here, she was probably downstairs with him.

I set my stuff on my desk and pulled off my shirt. I was going to brush my teeth and then probably be asleep within minutes. But after I was done in the bathroom, I didn’t head back to my room. I just needed to make sure she was okay. It was a bad storm. It wasn’t over yet, but it had let up considerably.

Quietly, I crept down the stairs, not wanting to wake them. I had my phone flashlight on, but I angled it down so it wouldn’t blind anybody.

Soft breathing met my ears as I approached the bed. And there they were. Tori was the little spoon, in the middle of the bed on her side. Jayden was behind her, his arm wrapped around her stomach, his face nestled in her hair. Big surprise there.

Tori had on a white long-sleeved t-shirt, and I wondered if it was his. I’d liked it when she wore mine when we stayed in the hotel.

I turned to go, but then I heard her say my name.

“You’re home,” she whispered sleepily. “I was worried about you.”

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