“It’s a shame I can’t use you for myself…” he utters to himself. “The things I would do.”
“Who says I’d even let you?” I challenge and he lifts his eyebrows in a confident way—a way that makes goosebumps form on the back of my neck, and each thump of my heart sends them scattering over my entire body.
“Good, don’t let me. I like a little fight.”
My muscles contract and retract as he runs an index finger up the centre of my stomach and between my breasts. My breath hitches and a subtle curve pulls at his lips. His thick fingers drag up the side of my throat and stop when they reach the very tip of my chin. I swallow as he lowers his head and angles my face to meet his.
“We have to shower,” I utter, not proud that my voice sounds so shaky. “And you’re still in your pants.”
“Is this your subtle way of getting me out of them?”
During a lapse in my better judgement, I reach out and press my hand to his hip. The sudden touch of his flesh sends an electrical current shooting up my arm—as if I’ve touched an exposed wire—and I gasp. Under my hand, Kade’s body tenses and his brows pull in.
“Let’s say for the sake of this argument that I do get you out of them… then what happens?”
His irises flick between mine, searching for something. “Then, we shower.”
“If all we’re going to do is shower, why are you trying your hardest to make me want more?”
His stare briefly flicks to my lips. “Knowing you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you does wonders for my confidence levels.”
My pulse stutters. He really, truly does want to be with me? As I ponder the revelation, he releases me and I almost slump against the sink. Kade pops the button on his pants and lowers the zipper. Then, he kicks his shoes off and drops his pants before stepping out of them. Once again, my heart stops cold at the sight of him completely naked, not caring that his big, beautiful cock is on display. My entire body turns to liquid as I recall the last time I saw him like this… I was watching him touch himself and he knew all along. Regardless of his unpredictable nature and the fact he’s a Fortunate, he really is striking, and broad and built. I never really noticed before, but he has abs—a lot of them. His ribs are concealed under pounds of sexy, rippling flesh and don’t get me started on his legs… so powerful and strong, roped with thick muscles and strong tendons. On his upper thigh, I see a scar… a big scar. Like a bullet has grazed the skin, taking a chunk of his flesh with it.
I’m snapped out of my daze as the shower door closes, and quickly, I step toward it and pull it open. I step inside and notice, thankfully, that the shower is huge with plenty of room for us to wash without getting in each other’s way.
“Quite the battle scar you’ve got there,” I mutter in passing, referring to the scar on his leg. I’m not going to lie, I’m curious to find out what happened.
He ignores me, of course, and it takes all of my strength not to push it. Doing my best to not pay attention to him as he runs a sponge over his chest, I squeeze body soap into my hand, and immediately I recognise the scent. Cherry, like the one we used in the Unfortunate camp, only this one is much sweeter, much richer.
“Did you choose this scent?” I ask as I stare into the red liquid. The last time I used his shower I distinctly remember his soap being a pearly white. I look at him.
“Yes,” he says without glancing at me. His tone is bored and it kind of irks me.
“Why?”
He lifts his stare and my spine falters. “Curiosity killed the cat. Learn it.”
I lower my eyes and turn away from him as I rub the soap over my breasts. Its cherry scent engulfs me, and that’s when I feel him hard against my ass. I freeze and manage not to gasp or jolt forward and into the glass… just.
“It smells like you. That’s why I chose it.”
Just like that, my heart picks up in tempo. Why is he saying this to me?
“Stop it,” I demand and whip around. “You’re confusing me and I don’t like it.”
His suddenly hard cock twitches against my tummy, but (somehow) I manage to ignore it. “You asked the question, Sweetheart.”
“You didn’t have to answer.”
He gently presses his index finger against my chin, then slowly drags it up to trace the outline of my lips. “I did have to answer.”
“Why?”
He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip and it stirs something deep in my belly. “Because if I didn’t, you’d stop talking…”
“And you like it when I talk?”