Fierce(71)

I get up from the bed and grab some fresh panties. Hunter growls.

I turn my head, and see him eyeing my bare butt. A flush spreads across my cheeks, and I hurry to grab my bathrobe.

“Aw …” he says as I close the robe and fetch a bottle of shower gel.

I roll my eyes at him. “Do you always blatantly stare at naked chicks?”

“No. Just you,” he muses, and he jumps out of bed like a coiled spring. Damn, he has energy.

“And I’m not saying no to getting under the shower with you,” he adds, wrapping a towel around his package.

I swallow away the lump in my throat. “When I said ‘shower,’ I didn’t actually mean together.”

Stepping forward, he gazes at me, and one eyebrow slowly creeps up on his face. A smile curves his lips. “But you do want to.”

“What? I … uh.”

He leans forward, his lips hovering close to mine. I can almost feel the sparks zing between us. “Don’t deny it.”

He grabs my hand, opens the door and pulls me through the hallway to the bathroom, locking us both inside.

It seems empty, but I look around just in case. We’re in the girls’ bathroom, and I don’t want anyone to notice a guy is in here. Especially not this guy. Hunter Bane, the chick magnet of college.

Yes, I’m easily jealous. No, I don’t want to share him.

He reaches for my glasses and carefully takes them off, placing them on the sink. “Too bad you can’t shower with them. I love how you think you can hide your ogling behind them.”

I flush, heat spreading across my cheeks.

Suddenly, he pulls my robe, forcing me to come closer. He rips it open, drapes it off my shoulders, and lets it drop to the floor. A sly grin appears on his face as he licks his lips, gleefully gazing at me as if he’s wondering what I’m going to do about it.

Oh, I’m going to do something about it.

My hands reach for his towel, and with one jerk I tear it away from his hips. He chuckles, and then twirls me around in his arms, pecking me on the shoulder. We walk forward, still in each other’s clutches, and I turn on the shower as he pushes us inside.

The hot water streaming down my body opens up my pores. It also opens up my eyes. Rivulets of water stream down his pectorals, making me gulp.

He grabs my shower gel and squirts some on his hand. Then he starts lathering me with it. He runs his callused hands over my arms, along my waist, across my belly and up along my breasts. He cups the swell of my breasts and smears the soap all over me. I don’t have to look down to know he’s enjoying it; I can feel him prodding my thigh.

I have trouble not gaping down at his cock. I’m inching toward touching it. Some little devil on my shoulder is telling me to just go for it, but I’m embarrassed that I even have these thoughts.

I’d normally never be so lusty and horny, but Hunter has awakened a side of me I didn’t realize was in me. It’s kind of scary, but freeing at the same time.

He grins when he sees my blush, and I smile.

He’s not skipping an inch of skin with the soap before washing his hands under the shower and then grabbing the head and spraying the bubbles off me. Not the hot water, but knowing he’s caressing me softly is what makes me feel so warm. It’s like he wants to take care of me.

Our connection has become infinitely more powerful after our intimate night. I still can’t get it out of my head. What I said to him last night keeps replaying in my mind. I told him I loved him, and I meant it.

I want to do this every day. I want to shower with him, let him lather me up. I want to sleep in the same bed every night. I want to press my body to his, wrap my arms around him, and never let go.

I want to be with him forever.

I know it’s too soon to know, I just feel like it. I’m not ashamed of admitting that to myself. I love the way he is. The beauty that lies in his imperfection. The way he makes me feel: warm and loved. That he’s made me a different person.

We both need each other. I want him to tell me, though. I want him to make me think I’m way more than I thought I was. But I don’t know why he would need me.

I want to feel special. I want to be the only one who can make him feel the way I do about him. The only one who can give him what he needs. I love him. I want him to love me, too.

I just didn’t hear him say it. He only said I was his.

But does that mean the same?

I bite my lip, and Hunter’s brow arches up. His lips curl up into a coy smile. “What are you thinking about?”

I stop biting and look at him, feeling caught in the act. “Nothing?”

He laughs. “I can tell when you’re lying. You always blush.”

Of course, I can’t stop my cheeks from reddening now.