Page 29 of His Little Spitfire

His humor is dry, and he doesn’t even bother trying to force out a laugh.

I suppose looking at himself in the mirror every day would give him a constant reminder.

“Bend down,” I order as I pull on his shoulders. Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue. “It won’t mean much, but I’m sorry it happened. If it means anything, it adds to your rugged appeal.” Leaning in, I kiss the mark and sigh softly. “I don’t mind it.”

“Everyone minds it,” he rasps as he pulls back to look at me. “Compared to you, I look like a monster.”

Moving to cradle his cheeks, I shake my head. “Fuck everyone else. I like how you look. Even if your nose is a little crooked, or you’re a big brute, I don’t mind one bit.”

I shouldn’t have to convince him. Not when my body is giving all the telltale signs.

He doesn’t call me a liar or ask for any proof. No, this man rumbles from deep inside. My words must be what set him off because he’s shoving his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back to kiss me again.

For a minute, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing. Urzo knows how to make my thoughts disappear whenever he’s near. However, all it takes is feeling his erection digging into my leg to remember.

Fumbling down, I yank at his belt and grunt when his buckle hits my wrist. The pain doesn’t last, not when he’s pulling at my lips with his teeth and licking where it stings.

Huffing out of frustration and impatience, I’m finally yanking down his zipper.

“Help me,” I hiss against his mouth. “I want you, damn it.”

A chuckle comes from him, a deep rumble that sounds so foreign, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve imagined it.

He doesn’t pull away, but he moves his hands away to help shove off his pants and boxers. Losing count of our kisses, I gasp as he scoops me up.

“If you drop me, I will kill you,” I threaten him as I cling onto his broad shoulders. We both know he won’t, but no amount of strength can save us from stepping on something slippery.

“Keep sweet talking to me. I’m starting to love it.” Carrying me right beneath the stream, his body absorbs the heat as he presses me to the wall. Still not satisfied, he kisses my lips until they feel swollen before moving his mouth to my jaw, then my ear.

My body sings for each scrape of his teeth, and I groan as he slowly lets me down. Once I’m standing on solid footing, he cups my breast once more and pinches my nipple.

Fuck, aren’t we supposed to be cleaning up? We’re going to use up all the hot water if I keep letting him go at it. At the same time, it feels too good to tell him to stop.

“You drive me insane,” he groans as he presses my breasts together and soaks up the view. “Can’t get you out of my head. Even when I try to distract myself, you’re always there, even when you’re not.”

“We must be the same, then.” Shivering as he moves his touch to my sides next, I arch against the tile. “Couldn’t have worded it better myself.”

Just to tease him and drive him even crazier, I brush his hands away. Reaching out to grab his bar of soap, I press it to the middle of his chest. “Time to clean up.”

Watching his nostrils flare and his brows come together, he doesn’t move. Rather than not wanting to clean up, he lets me glide the bar against his skin.

He wants me to wash him.

Knowing how badly I’ve wanted to touch him, I don’t complain. Once I’ve got enough suds gathered against his skin, I abandon the bar and rub the suds into his skin.

“Will you wash my hair?” Wanting his hands on me too, I know there’s nothing more sensual than washing each other.

He nods and lures me beneath the stream to soak my hair. When it’s not braided, it’s long enough to brush the middle of my back. From the way he touches the dark strands, I’m willing to bet Urzo’s a fan.

Though, I bet he’d be more of a fan when it’s wrapped around his fist. The thought alone is enough to make me shiver.

Maneuvering around so he can grab his shampoo and coat my hair in its scent, I groan in the back of his throat as his thick fingers scrub at my scalp.

“Are you trying to torture me?” He sighs as he shakes his head. “All those little sounds add up.”

Biting back my smile, I shake my head. I’m not trying to make him suffer. Not this time. However, all I have to do is lower my gaze to see the way his cock thickens, bobbing between his thick thighs. Every time I look at him, it’s a reminder of how big he is. Big everywhere.

It’s insane.

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