Page 23 of The Lie
“Aww, no glasses?” I want them back because they make him so extra cute—nerdy hot.
He smirks. “You mean all I had to do to get to see you naked was wear my glasses?”
I chuckle then nod. “Yep.” I pop the ‘p.’
“Well, I’m glad I wore them instead of my contacts today. I’m a lucky guy; I get to help wash your hair, and I’m not so blind that I can’t still see you…see everything.” He winks as he grabs the plastic wrap and moves over to put it on. The tee I’m wearing is loose, so it’s easy to slip over the cast when I’m ready.
He tries and fails to figure out how to put the plastic wrap over my cast, so I show him and get it all strapped up. Since the shower has been running the whole time, the humidity in the room is thick. But my nipples are hard and needy. Fuck, this is bad.
His breathing changes as my eyes roam over his bare chest. I reach out with my left hand and trace a finger along his collarbone and down between his pecs and over his abs. I get to his loose-fitting shorts and flick the band before dropping my hand and looking back into his eyes.
“I can’t wait till I’m all healed,” I whisper. I need to say it out loud or I will be tempted to go further, and I know it won’t be what I need or want yet.
His pupils are large as his eyes take me in. Nodding at my words, he places his hand over his eyes and turns around. I pull up the sleep tee, but I only get it half over my head before my hair falls everywhere in my face and it gets caught as I try to pull it off my cast. I stumble into Hunter, and when I feel his hands on me, I freeze.
“I’m looking at the ceiling,” he whispers, and I let him help me take it off.
Why am I overthinking this? I’ve never been ashamed of my body before. My chest rises and falls with every breath I take. He stands there, looking up, then he closes his eyes and stands there with his head tilted back.
He’s gorgeous and so sweet. This is the boy who gave me his shorts when we had our first kiss because he thought I had my period. Of course, he’s sweet. He’s one of the rare, good ones, and now he’s mine.
The tee drops to the floor, and I look down at it. Then down at the bruises on my skin. The dark patches that feel like they will take forever to heal. Like they will always be there. They hurt to the touch, but I need this. I need him to touch me, to take away the bad memories of these marks and place his kisses there instead.
“Hunter?” I whisper, my body brushing up against his. My nipples drag over his heated skin, and it feels amazing.
His head tilts lower and his eyes slowly open. He doesn’t look anywhere but my eyes. My fingers trace up his back, and I pull myself flush against him. I can feel his heart racing alongside mine. His hands snake up into my hair, and he pulls my face closer to his.
“You’re beautiful, Mila. Always have been, always will be.” He licks his lips, and in a split second, he’s on my mouth, devouring my lips as his hand tangles in my hair. The other cups my ass cheek through my shorts and draws me closer to his body. I can feel all of him against me. He’s aroused and hard, and it makes me feel the same, knowing I did that to him.
My hand roams as much as it can, but I need to hold on to something, so I grab his ass and pull him into me. The kiss is hot and dizzying. Mixed in with the humidity of the small bathroom, my skin is clammy and warm against his.
“God, Mila. Fuck,” he mutters into my hair as he takes a small step back from me, breathing hard. But his hands don’t leave me. They hold me like I might disappear.
I lean my body toward him. His eyes don’t wander; he grins at me and takes another breath. I smile and tilt my head a little. I know earlier I didn’t want him to look…but now I want him to see me. This is Hunter. He won’t care what I look like.
“You’re breathtaking.” His eyes drop as he takes in my bare chest and my sleep shorts, which I need gone like yesterday. But I don’t move. I wait for him to say something about the bruises, but the words never come.
My body is humming with need and want. I haven’t been able to take care of myself, and I’m wound up tight. I think if he just breathes on me, I will come undone. That’s how wound up I have been.
But he surprises me when he pulls his shorts down and drops them to the floor. My mouth drops open at how big and hard he is for me. I lick my lips and reach out to touch him, but he stops me.
“Ignore my cock. We’re here to wash your hair, beautiful. Not to touch you or him.”
I look at Hunter, and he shrugs as he palms his hard cock against his belly. I’m not sure if it’s to hide it from me or because it feels good. But it’s not helping me from being drawn to it. He might be a boobs guy, but right now, I’m a Hunter’s cock girl.
“You’re huge.” And that’s not a line to make him feel good. He’s big.
He chuckles, and it’s deep and throaty. “Words every guy wants to hear, babe. But not now. It’s hard enough as it is, looking at your gorgeous body and not rubbing one out quickly. It’s gonna be hard trying to wash your hair with a hard-on.”
I lick my lips and look up to him, laughing. “Yeah, might behardto wash my hair.”
He laughs and shakes his head at my silly joke. “You’re next.” He spins me so I’m facing the shower now. His thumbs tuck into my shorts and panties as he pulls them down, and they drop to the floor.
I step out of them, and we’re now both naked. But he can’t see me from where he is. He kisses just below my ear, and I feel his body close behind me, close but not touching.
“I want to kiss you, taste you, have you come on my tongue,” he whispers, and I gasp.
Who the hell says stuff like that? Holy fuck, I’m wet and so needy. I want that too.
