Page 94 of Glass Rose
“Nothing.” He stands, stripping his clothes, and at last?—
My breath catches as I take in the sight of him fully naked for the first time. Until now, I’ve only felt him through layersof fabric. Hard and insistent against my thigh, stomach, back, and center. But seeing him like this…
His cock stands thick and proud against his stomach, longer than I’d imagined, the head flushed dark and already glistening at the tip. A visible pulse throbs along the underside.
I’ve had my fair share of partners, but there’s something about Gavin—all of him, not just his impressive size—that makes my mouth go dry and my core wet as a waterfall.
My fingers twitch at my sides, aching to touch him and feel the weight of him in my palm.
A half-smile plays across his lips as he reaches past me to turn on the shower. He knows exactly what I’m thinking, and not due to his enhanced super-abilities.
Steam fills the small space as he tests the water with his hand. After a few seconds, he’s satisfied and guides me inside. Hot water cascades over us, and I close my eyes, tilting my face into the spray while Gavin’s hands slide soap across my shoulders and down my back, massaging away the knots I haven’t been aware of.
No infected. No Gabriel. No apocalypse.
His hands move to my hair, working shampoo through the tangled strands, massaging my scalp, gentle yet firm, in the process. The caring in the gesture nearly breaks me.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You feel better?”
“Much.” I let my head fall against his shoulder and give in to my earlier impulse to wrap my hand around his hard length.
“Sofia—” His voice catches as I begin to stroke him.
“Let me.” I turn to face him, circling the sensitive head with my thumb. Water streams down his chest, following the contours of scars I’m still learning. “I want to.”
He braces one hand beside my head against the shower wall, the muscles in his forearm tensing. “You don’t have to.”
I drop to my knees. “I want this.”
The groan that escapes him when my lips close around the tip sends heat pooling between my thighs.
“Fuck.” His free hand threads through my wet hair, not guiding, just holding. “Your mouth?—”
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. His thighs tremble beneath my palm while I stroke the rest of his cock with my other hand, and his fingers clench in my hair.
“You’ve kept yourself in check since we met.” I release him with a wet pop, glancing up through water-clumped lashes. “Always controlled. Always holding back. What happens if you stop?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Show me.”
“You—Fuck.” His hand brackets my throat, hauling me up until our lips are inches away from each other. A reminder of his strength, of how easily he could crush my windpipe. “You weren’t breathing, Sofia. And I don’t know how gentle I can be with this new me.”
I love how he can flip that switch, from gentle to dangerous in a heartbeat. “I survived.”
“I could snap you in two without trying.”
My nipples harden against his chest. “But you won’t.”
“No… I won’t.”
In one motion, he spins me, trapping me face-first against the cool tile.
His body cages mine, cock throbbing against my lower back while his teeth graze my shoulder. “Spread your legs.”
I shift my feet apart, and one large hand cups my breast, fingers rolling my nipple, while his other hand plunges between my thighs.
