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Killian knew what she meant. “Why would I do that, Tigress? I wanted you to be prepared for what you were getting into. Or, well, what was about to get into you.”
He watched Journee’s hand come up as if she wanted to touch him but paused as if she’d thought about it and placed her hand back at her side. It was probably for the best. Killian knew himself well enough to know that had she touched him, he’d be fucking her in that shower, and while he was in no way opposed to shower sex, and they’d be having it at some point, it wasn’t the place he wanted them to be when he slid into her for the first time.
He helped her into the shower and stepped in behind her. No, he had no desire for that to be the first place she felt him inside of her, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t get her worked up before the main event.
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Journee felt Killian’s fingers trace her hips with light touches. He trailed them up her waist, bringing them around to take the weight of her breast in his hands. He held them, thumbs caressing the sides of the flesh as the water washed over her.
The touch shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did. After all, it wasn’t as if he was overstimulating her, and Journee suspected that was why she was turned on as much as she was. It was the fact that she knew he was more than capable of doing so, had already. She also knew that it was due to anticipation.
Killian’s thumbs moved to her nipples, barely brushing them. Part of Journee wanted a firmer touch, and she knew that if she asked him, he’d give it to her. However, a more significant portion of her wanted to let him do as he pleased. Though she was sure she might not have much choice.
After several long moments, Killian removed his hands from her breast, picking up her bath sponge and body wash. She heard the slight pop of the cap over the sound of the water, but Journee didn’t turn to look at him.
She felt her plush sponge against her back, and even as she’d been expecting it, Journee still jumped slightly. He washed her back and shoulders, but Journee felt more like he was teasing her. She felt his hand on one cheek when he slipped down to her ass as he washed the other. He squeezed it, pulling a soft moan from Journee before massaging it.
Killian switched his attention, washing the other as his free hand went to her waist. She felt the sponge come around to her stomach, moving up to wash her breasts. His thumb brushed her nipple as he did so, and Journee knew for sure he was purposely teasing her.
He continued to wash her in this fashion, movements slow and purposeful while using whichever hand he had free to massage, knead, and caress some part of her body.
When he turned her to him and sank to his knees, washing from her feet up to her thighs, those normally coin gray eyes dark like graphite with desire, Journee almost said to hell with making it to the bed and jumped him.
There was something about seeing him in that position that caused the fire to build in the pit of her stomach, liquid to pool like a stream between her thighs. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen him at the lower half of her body because it was where he spent most of the night at the cabin putting her to sleep. No, Journee had never seen Killian on his knees, and it was purely arousing. A man as dominant and commanding as he was on his knees in front of her, for her. She liked it.
When he’d finished washing her, he helped her rinse off, teasing every part of her that his hands came into contact with but still keeping his touch deliberately light.
Once the soap was rinsed from her body, Journee turned to Killian after picking up her body wash and taking the sponge from his hand.
“You’re going to smell like me,” she informed him.
“That was happening anyway,” Killian responded.
Journee smiled at him, squeezing the bath wash onto the sponge before placing the bottle down. Her attention went back to Killian, and she looked him over, admiring him. She’d seen him shirtless before, yes. But until she’d undressed him earlier, she hadn’t seen him completely naked.
She’d imagined how he’d look without the clothes that always seemed to give him sex appeal regardless of what he was wearing. It was better than she imagined, and that was saying something, considering what she’d envisioned. Every aspect of him was just…ethereal. It was the best way she could describe it.
Her eyes dropped to his dick, and Journee licked her lower lip. She wanted to taste and feel the weight on her tongue, wanted to see if she could take him completely down her throat. Killian hadn’t been lying to her when he’d told her how endowed he was, and she knew taking him entirely down would be a challenge, but it was one she wanted.
Journee wasn’t sure how long she’d been lost in her pursual of him, her appreciation of him. It wasn’t until Killian’s dick moved that her eyes were drawn from it and back up to his. Only to find him staring at her. She squeezed the sponge tightly, returning to what she’d been about to do.
As Journee guided the sponge over his pecks before moving down to the defined contours of his abs, she told herself to retaliate, to tease him the same way he had her, but she knew she would fail. She was already worked up, thinking about the moment he would take her and be deep inside her since he’d walked through her front door.
It hadn’t been spoken or even alluded to when they made plans to cook dinner and spend the evening together. She’d just known it was where the night would lead. So, while she wanted to reciprocate his teasing, Journee opted to move things along so they could get to the main event.
Once she’d bathed him and switched positions with him so he could rinse off, Journee took in the contours of his back, the tattoo housed there. She was reminded of just how good it looked each time she saw it. Each time he moved, she watched the muscles in his back flex, and Journee found herself biting her bottom lip.
Over the past several weeks of dating Killian, she discovered she was attracted to body parts she’d never realized. Either that, or it was just his body parts. Journee had never been so attracted to a man’s back, his fingers, the way she was to Killian’s. The fact that she’d witnessed what he could do with those fingers heightened her attraction to them even more.
Killian turned off the water, and Journee watched as he stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist before taking another one and opening it. Journee allowed him to wrap it around her, and he picked her up, carrying her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.
When he set her on her feet, Journee wasted no time reaching out and removing his towel before doing the same with hers and tossing them both aside. There was no point in either of them drying off properly, considering she would get them both wet throughout the night.
“Lay on the bed for me, baby.”
Journee shook her head. “No, but I will kneel on it for you.”
