Page 112 of Into the Woods

“I know,” I murmured, stepping into him and wrapping my arms around his waist. My head fit perfectly beneath his chin, and I could feel his heart beating against my cheek.

His arms came around me as he nuzzled the top of my head. “But you’re okay?”

I nodded. “I’m okay.” Then I wrinkled my nose. “I could definitely use a shower, though. Hanging out with Eric makes me feel gross.”

Probably best not to mention I wanted to scrub away his touch and possibly create some sort of bleach-based lip balm.

“Okay. Let’s get you in the shower then,” Court agreed and kissed the top of my head. “Then you can tell me what’s going on before we get some sleep.”

“I can’t believe you’re really staying,” I admitted. We’d gone from zero to a million in the blink of an eye. Sometimes it was still hard to believe.

He gave me an odd look before casting his gaze across the room to where a black duffel sat beside my desk. Hope fluttered in my chest as he took my face in his hands. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. If I can’t be with you during the day, I’m damn sure going to be with you all night long.”

Heat unfurled low in my belly at his words, and I wordlessly pulled away to walk toward my attached bathroom. As I went, I started stripping off my clothes, starting with my shirt.

I heard his sharp intake of breath as I dropped the top on the floor and reached behind myself to undo my bra. I shimmied out of my skirt and kicked it aside before looking back over my bare shoulder at him.

“Coming?” I asked, my voice sultry and low.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, snapping out of his daze and stalking after me, shedding his jacket as he went.

My bare feet hit the cool tiles, and Court was immediately behind me, kicking the door shut and crowding me against the edge of the counter. I looked at our reflection in the mirror and smiled as he slipped his arms around my waist.

One hand reached up to play with my bare breast and rolled a nipple through dexterous fingers as his other hand slipped into my panties. He groaned when he touched my center, toying with my clit as his mouth kissed a path from my shoulder to my jaw.

I leaned against him, widening my stance to give him room to work.

He worked a finger into my core with shallow thrusts, warming my body up. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured. He changed the angle of his hand and added a second finger, hitting me deeper.

My knees started to tremble, and I reached out for the counter to steady myself.

He pinched my nipple, the tiny bite of pain making me gasp.

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I love that sound.” His fingers dipped in and out of me languidly, the pressure building between my legs but not reaching what I needed to come.

“Court,” I whined, trying to rock my hips and give myself the friction I so desperately wanted.

He nipped my earlobe. “Relax, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”

I turned my head, needing to feel his lips on mine. As soon as our mouths touched, I parted my lips to let his tongue sweep in. I moaned into his mouth as his thumb rubbed tight circles around my clit.

My legs trembled, my knees giving out as my climax crested, washing over me like a wave in the ocean. My hands braced against the counter, holding up my weight as I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

The last thing I needed was my mom or grandparents coming to check on me.

Court worked me through my orgasm, gently stroking between my legs and occasionally brushing his thumb over my sensitive clit. Each time he did, a shudder rippled down my spine.

He gave me a single kiss between my shoulder blades and then turned me in his arms. He shoved my underwear down to my ankles and helped me sit on the counter. I flinched as the cold stone met my bare ass.

“You’re too dressed,” I told him with a pout. His dark-wash jeans and black shirt were molded to him like a second skin. He even still wore a pair of black boots. “But I am feeling the whole tall, dark, and sexy vibe you’ve got going on,” I added, licking my lips.

He flashed me a wink before turning to the shower and starting the water for me.

The house was old, but the plumbing was new, and it wasn’t long before the bathroom filled with steam. After testing the water with his hand, Court turned back to me. His gaze heated as it raked down my naked body, and I couldn’t help but give him a sassy little smirk and push my boobs out a bit.

“Shower,” he ordered, and I wasn’t gonna lie—the bite to his tone sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

I slipped off the edge of the counter and intentionally brushed against him as I stepped into the shower. The heat wrapped around my body like a hug as the spray beat down on my head. I went to pull the glass door shut, but Court caught it. He stepped inside, somehow having managed to strip off his clothes in record time.

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