Page 511 of Fated to be Enemies

Her eyes taper into slits.

Not enough, I see. Then I pull out the big guns. “That includes bacon.”

“Deal,” she says, popping out of bed like a cork.

I’ve been had. This sexy little minx just played me, and I have zero problems with that.

She saunters into the bathroom, naked, like she just won a prize, and if my shitty-ass cooking can be called a trophy, I’m not going to dissuade her. She’s brushing her teeth at her vanity, which might be a good idea if I plan on tasting her mouth in the shower. Flipping on the taps of my sink, I watch her spit toothpaste into the basin, but she has her hand blocking her mouth so I can’t see her.

It’s so cute I have to give her shit for it.

“You’re such a girl.” I laugh around my toothbrush, foam coating my lips.

“I am a girl. And excuse me, but I’ve never brushed my teeth in front of anyone before. I was trying to be polite. I could be totally gross and hock a huge loogie in front of you—would you like that better?”

Gross. “No. You go right on ahead being girly. I’ll be over here not giving you an ounce of shit for it.”

With a prim nod, she flounces to the shower like she doesn’t have a care in the world. The change in her is remarkable. Yesterday, if someone told me I would see Aurelia flounce anywhere, I’d call them a fucking liar.

She warms up the water as I finish up, the sexy silhouette of her curves barely obscured by the fogged glass. I pivot to study her movements as she puts on a little show for me. Meeting my gaze through the shower door, she squeezes soap into her palm and then rubs the suds down her breasts, over her taut, flat stomach and down her smooth thighs. I have to reach behind me to grip the counter, or I’m going to Hulk-out and break something. My dick is already standing at full attention.

Quickly, she grants me a reprieve, crooking her finger, and I’m in the shower before she can blink. I step in and turn her body so her back is to me, her smooth, wet skin against mine. My hands take over for hers, and I run my fingers over the dips and curves of her flesh. I start at her slim neck, running my hands down her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts, watching over her shoulder as her nipples tighten into sharp peaks. She shudders as I circle her ribs with my palms, before I trail feather-light touches down her stomach and between her legs.

She moans when the pad of my thumb finds her clit, getting louder when two fingers tease her opening. Aurelia’s squirming now, having the hardest time standing still, and her ass rubs teasingly against my cock. At the brush of skin against skin, my control breaks. I spin her, yanking her up by her ass cheeks and slamming us against the rough tile wall.

Her lips are on mine, her fingers in my hair, and all I can think of is lining my dick up with her wet heat. The soap that only seconds ago was so sexy slipping over her skin is now a serious hindrance.

Finally, I think fuck it, and we tumble out of the shower onto the plush bath rug, clawing and tugging at each other in the best kind of frenzy. I sit her squirmy ass on the cold granite vanity, palm my cock, and thrust into her searing, wet heat.

The half-growl, half-moan I get in response goes straight down my spine to my dick. Banding my arm around her back, I grasp her hip with my other hand and start thrusting hard and fast. Her legs wrap around me tight, her heels digging into my ass. Her fingers pull at my hair as her lips suck at my tongue. I’m not going to last, but dammit, she’s going to come before me.

Maneuvering my hand between us, I circle her clit with my thumb. I rub once, twice, and then…

“Rhys,” she gasps, her pussy clamping around my cock like a vise as she comes.

Thank the Fates.

Picking her up off the vanity, we drop to the bath rug. Then I’m driving into her—harder, faster—listening to her moan, her core trembling with aftershocks.

“Baby,” she moans, the blissful sound reverberating through my chest.

She’s going to come on my cock again. I slam into her, and as her whole body convulses in another orgasm, I lose myself. Thrusting in once more, I plant my shaft, growling into the skin of her neck.

It takes a while to come down, and I struggle to catch my breath, my smugness rising as she tries to do the same.

“Does that still count as naughty things in the shower?” she wheezes. “’Cause I’m hungry, and you promised breakfast.”

Nuzzling her breast, I consider teasing her by dragging out the word, “May-be.”

And then we get to the hard part—the part I wanted to put off but don’t think I can anymore. This is the make-or-break part, and I really hope she’s not going to break me.

“You gonna let me kiss you where people can see?”

She seems to ponder the question for a moment. “Probably,” she offers with a half-shrug and a sardonic smile. “If you’re good and don’t piss me off.”

She can say what she wants, but I know she means it.

“You gonna stick with me?” I ask as I stare into her mint-green eyes, gauging her expression. “Be with me for real?”

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