Page 13 of Devoted Love: A BWWM Romance

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It depends…” My voice trails off the moment she sweeps her hair to the side. The dreadlocks cascade over her shoulder as she steps into the shower.

I sit on the edge of the tub. Jordan rubs the bar of soap between her hand with her eyes on me. This is the kinkiest form of foreplay, as her hand caresses and travels the length of her perfect body. Slowly the colored ink is revealed.

I walk over to the glass, unable to sit any longer. Jordan stands under the stream of water, and I watch the suds roll down the valley of her breast, the smooth skin over her flat stomach, and when she turns, my breath catches.

I unbutton my shirt as I observe the intricate dragon tatted on her body. The fearless beauty stares into my eyes, mouth open, fangs exposed. Its body winds and turns down Jordan’s right side until the tail travels across her lower back ending on her left hip.

But the details are best viewed up close. I join her in the shower turning on the second showerhead. I let the water run through my hair and down my body.

“Jordan, how old are you?”

She turns to face me, and I notice the little stars and moons running down the side of her neck. “Twenty-four and you?”

“Thirty-nine. I’m probably near your father’s age. Does that bother you?”

“My father made sixty last year. And no, it doesn’t bother me. What about you?”

I step closer and run my fingers across her shoulder. Her hand claps around my arm, stopping me.

“You have a dragon too.”

“I’ve always been fond of them.” I follow the star and moons until I reach the dragon. They’re nearly identical. My dragon winds up my forearm to my shoulder. “What are the chances that we’d have twin dragons?”

I let my kisses taste her moons and stars.

“It would explain a lot.”

I stop. “Like what?”

“That they guided us together.”

I reach for the condom outside the glass door near our towels. She leans against the glass letting her hands roam her body. The squeeze of her breast makes my mouth water, and when her hands crawl south and slip inside her core, I can't put on the condom fast enough.

I turn her over and place her hands against the glass.

“When we’re together, I’ll handle your sweet pussy.”

She glances back with a wicked smile. "Yes, sir."

Jordan spreads her legs, and I enter her, staring into the eyes of her dragon. The grip of her tight core makes me groan in pleasure. I thrust with her body plastered against the glass. The sounds she makes feed my desire to satisfy my insatiable need to claim every inch of her body.

The clouds of steam absorb our whispers and moans. Her orgasm hits us both. Her screams of release have her crawling up the glass, and I growl in total fucking bliss.

I turn her and trace the outline of her lips—swollen by my kisses—with my tongue. “You’re mine, princess.”

“I know.”

Chapter 5

My body feels different, I touch where he touched amazed. I stand in the mirror reminiscing about all the ways Ryker handled my body with such care, the way his tongue explored, the ways I’d like an extended repeat of last night.

I drag myself away from the house an hour later. I have a meeting with the guys because somewhere between the shower, the bed, the hallway, the tub, Ryker managed to ask me to attend a meeting with him at six.

The pieces of Ryker and I are forming a recognizable puzzle. Initially, the unmatched chemistry fueled my desire to get closer to him. Then last night, it all made sense the moment I saw his dragon. I don't deal with tarot cards or horoscopes, but I've always had a fondness for dragons.

Ryker’s body is lean with natural muscle. The colorful dragon flying up his left arm rivals the best work I’ve seen. My hand aches to touch him again. I groan in my car alone.

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