Angel of Darkness (The Fallen #1)(29)

“I—it’s ice cold. It should help you.” Her voice was husky, sexy, and her gaze fell to his cock.

Need.

He wasn’t supposed to need her. He’d never wanted another. Never craved. Never wanted to take.

But he wanted to take her more than he wanted another breath.

He stepped into the shower. Like icy needles, the water pelted his body.

But the heat didn’t fade. The lust didn’t ease away. And he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Water poured over his shoulders, slid down his chest, and he found his hand lifting toward her.

Her own eyes had begun to slowly darken and fade to black. In that stare, he saw the same raw need and lust he felt.

“Nicole ...” Forbidden. This wasn’t the way for angels.

But he wasn’t an angel anymore. If he’d already paid the price for his lust, then shouldn’t he take the pleasure that waited for him?

She stepped closer to the shower. Water sprayed on her and dampened her T-shirt. Then her hands lifted. Not to reach for him, but to yank off that T-shirt.

The heat consumed him. Burning hot, so hot from within, and he ached.

His gaze raked her. Sweet flesh. Pale. Smooth. The plain black bra hugged her curving breasts ...

In mere moments, the bra hit the floor. So did her boots, her socks, her jeans ... the soft cotton panties.

Steam began to rise in the ice-cold shower—the steam rose from his flesh.

“You have to cool down,” she whispered.

The sight of her naked body wasn’t going to cool him off. Right then, he didn’t think anything could.

Flat stomach, flaring hips. Legs that were long, sensual ...

She stepped into the shower. Her nipples—dark pink—pebbled at the lash of cold water.

Take. Taste.

He wanted her so badly, but when he looked down, he realized that he’d clenched his hands. The better not to touch.

She shivered at the cold even as she came closer. Her breasts brushed against his chest.

His eyes closed. The touch was agony. A sensual hell.

More.

He wanted her nipples in his mouth. He’d seen humans f*ck. Once, he’d thought it looked messy. Hot.

Now he wanted that—the shove of bodies, the pant of breath, and the hot clasp of her sex.

He wanted it all.

“You’re not cooling down,” she said, voice husky, and her hands rose to clasp his shoulders.

Keenan laughed, a rough bark of sound. “When you touch me, there’s no way I can’t burn.”

She rose onto her toes. “Maybe—maybe that’s what you need to do ... just let the fire out.”

Her lips were so close he could taste the sweetness of the kiss that would be. “And if it scorches you?”

Nicole shook her head. Her dark locks were already soaked. “It won’t.” The icy water had her trembling, but she still leaned in ever closer to him. “It won’t.” Her words sounded certain, but there was so much she didn’t know.

Her lips—cold from the kiss of water—touched his. Her mouth was open, her lips soft, and her tongue pushed into his mouth.

He was lost. But then, with her, he always had been.

His hands were rough with need as he held her tight. He wanted every inch of her body against his. His tongue met hers and tasted. His mouth opened wider because he needed more of her. Wanted everything.

Her hand slid between their bodies. Slick, sure. Her fingers skated over his nipples and a growl vibrated in his throat. She pushed between them, sliding her hand down, down ...

When she touched his cock, his body jerked.

“Easy,” she whispered as she pulled back and lifted her gaze to meet his. The water wasn’t as cold now. He’d made it hot. Couldn’t control it.

No control.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, curving over the base of his erection, and she began to pump. Long, slow pumps as her lips skimmed down his neck.

Bite. He wanted her mouth on him as her hands squeezed his flesh. Because her touch ... burning hell ... nothing had ever been so good. The pressure was just right, her fingers tight and sure, and now, moving faster, faster.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice stronger, and she pushed him back so that his shoulders hit the tile. “You won’t hurt me.” Her lips curved in a wan smile. “I’m stronger than I look.”

So am I. He was strong, but still, with her, close to breaking.

His breath came harder and his heart thudded against his chest. Her tongue licked his throat. A hot lick that had his need spiking.

Then she began to slip down his body. Steam rose off her, and her lips feathered down his chest. Down his abdomen.

His muscles locked and when her lips closed over his cock ...

The pleasure erupted inside of him. One lick of her tongue, just one, and Keenan lost control. Lost everything.

His vision dimmed to red. A distant roar filled his ears. The pleasure mixed with the fire in his body, burning, sweeping away his past, sweeping him into the maelstrom of need and hunger and ...

Yes.

Pleasure.

So much pleasure.

She licked him again. Trailed her fingers over his cock and looked up at him.

He knew then he wouldn’t get enough. That lash of wild pleasure—it had only been the beginning and he needed, had to get more.

Everything.