I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to mine, kissing him the way I wanted to be kissed.
Passionately.
Desperately.
With everything I had.
His mouth was bruising against mine.
Demanding more. And more. And more.
He lifted me off my feet, and I hooked my legs around his ass. The movement put his erection in the perfect position, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Take your clothes off already, Cucumber.”
“You said yourself that we’re filthy.” He dragged my mouth back to his.
My stomach rumbled loudly.
I tried to ignore it, but he pulled away with another growl.
“And I need to feed you.”
“Feed me your cock.”
He blinked at the breathy demand.
I did too.
Finally, I burst out laughing.
His shoulders shook with humor as he laughed with me, carrying me past the kitchen and into the bathroom.
“I do want you,” I said, when the laughter died down.
“I want you too. When we’re both clean enough that I don’t have to worry about getting dirt inside you.”
My face twisted in disgust. “Ugh. I didn’t think about that. Ouch.”
“Guess that’s what I’m here for.” He set me on my feet in the shower and grabbed a rough bar of soap. “Turn around. Hands on the tile.”
“Ooh, are you going to give me orders?” I teased, placing my hands on the tile above my head as he started the water. It was cold for a moment, but warmed quickly.
“Yes. You wanted the book version of an alpha.”
His hands skimmed my sides, warm, wet, and slick.
My eyes closed, my back arching. “Hell yes.”
“Then you’ll get one.”
Nico’s hands moved over my body slowly, cleaning the dried mud off inch by inch. He avoided my breasts and clit for the longest time, only brushing them lightly to make me arch and suck in a breath every now and then.
When his hands finally found my nipples, I nearly came in an instant.
He took it slow, though.
Too slow.
