The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(38)

Eyes closed.

Still Henry.

My cheeks heated, and a bashful smile played at my lips.

“I’m glad, Evan,” I murmured, placing a soft kiss at the base of his neck.

His head swayed to the side, and I traced the corded muscles with my tongue. His dick jumped in my hand when I grazed my teeth over his earlobe.

A shuddered, “Fuck,” was his only response.

My eyes drifted down in fascination when his hips began to pump into my hand. Every curl deliciously flexed his abs. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“You are…” I breathed, glancing up long enough to see that his blue eyes had opened and were locked on me.

“I’m what?”

Everything. Perfection. Mine?

“Gorgeous.”

He stared for a minute, his expression unreadable.

Until.

My back hit the cool tile wall before I could process what the hell had happened, and then he was on me. Every inch of his hard body aligned with mine. I jerked my hand away as our cocks became trapped between us. His demanding mouth covered mine, rendering me immobile and pinning me from head to heel against the shower wall.

His hands rested on either side of my head as his tongue skillfully glided into my mouth. In one smooth movement, he rolled his hips, giving me my first taste of glorious friction. Our moans echoed in a harmony. It wasn’t going to take but a few more before I erupted between us.

“Fist your cock,” he ordered.

It was an outstanding idea, and I eagerly obeyed. I managed to squeeze a hand between our bodies, but I didn’t just grab my own shaft. Opening my hand wide, I pulled us both into my grip. His smooth flesh slid against mine and he cursed in my ear when I started working us together.

My hand squeezed on the upstroke, occasionally twisting so my palm grazed over the sensitive tops of our crowns.

We both kept our heads tilted down, watching intently, our heavy pants mingling.

“Two hands are better,” I suggested.

But, when he didn’t take the bait, I added my other hand into the mix, enabling me to close the circle around both of our cocks.

“Oh, f*ck,” he cried nearly immediately.

I wasn’t far behind him in that sentiment.

“Oh, God, Evan,” I breathed when the force of release tore through me.

His soft lips peppered mine as endorphins consumed me. His arm hooked around my waist, keeping me upright as white ropes landed on his stomach.

“Don’t stop,” he groaned against my lips when my hand slowed.

Though he was still supporting the majority of my weight, I replied, “I’ve got you,” and then resumed my rhythm on his shaft.

Slanting my head, I was attempting to take the kiss deeper when the easy reverence in which his mouth was moving started to tighten the vise on my heart. It was the antithesis of the desperation I’d felt with him earlier.

This was almost gentle. Maybe even meaningful. I couldn’t risk reading into it.

It. Him. This connection I felt when his eyes met mine.

It would all be gone soon enough. And, even as his cock in my hand pulsed his release, a weight settled in my stomach. I barely knew the naked man who was absently stroking my back as he rode out the last of his orgasm.

But I knew I wanted to.

I knew that this was more than just the high.

I knew I didn’t want him to leave.

But, most of all, I knew he would.

“You’re longer than I am,” he said, pulling me from my inner pity party.

I smiled and gave him one last gentle tug before letting him go. “You’re thicker. And let’s not forget to mention that you won the genetic lottery. I’d give anything for that body.”

He barked a laugh. “I believe you just had that body.”

My heart leapt in my chest. Was he reminding me of what we just did? The guys I was used to wouldn’t even make eye contact after we finished. Much less compare cocks and reminisce.

“And…it was amazing.” I bit my lip to hide the grin.

Using his arm still wrapped around my back, he tugged me forward and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Good. Now, you need to leave so I can get some sleep.”

Just that fast…my heart dropped.

“Right.” I stepped back under one of the showerheads and did a quick once over on my stomach.

He was still washing himself when I started to climb out, but I froze when my mind reminded me that I was a f*cking idiot.

“Soooo,” I drawled. “I don’t actually have anywhere else to go.”

He cocked a questioning eyebrow and continued with the scrub-a-dub-dub routine.

“I mean, I…” Jesus, this is embarrassing. “So, I wasn’t sure how this was going to go down tonight. And I really wanted to spend some time alone with you.”

He motioned his hand in a circle for me to speed it up. “Henry, spit it out.”

“I didn’t upgrade your room. This is actually my suite. I just told reception to send you up here. My bags are in the hall closet.”

He remained impassive. “Sharing a room. That’s pretty presumptuous.”

“I prefer to view it as hopeful. I also cashed in, like, a hundred bucks in pennies in the fountain out front and used the wishes from my birthday candles for the next twenty years in order to make tonight happen.”