Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(33)

That scary realization had Henrik propping Ailish—legs still circling his waist—up against the bathroom wall and stripping off her shirt. Two cherry-tipped tits bounced in front of his mouth and yeah, he choked out a hallelujah in their honor. They were sweet and young and made him feel f*cking dirty, no denying it. Big breasts had always done it for him, but never again. Give him Ailish’s I-can-take-or-leave-a-bra sized sweethearts any day of the week and he’d rejoice like a sex-starved lecher.

It only got better when he sucked one little cherry into his mouth and Ailish moaned, back arching, fingers digging into his shoulders, like she felt the tug down below. The one that would slick up her *, make her ready for what was in his pants. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, taking another merciless pull. “I can’t wait to watch you ride me topless, climbing up and down my dick, crying about how deep it reaches.” He palmed the breast he’d been sucking, spreading moisture with the pad of his thumb. “You know that long, thick vein that runs along the underside of my cock, Lish? You should, since your tongue gave it a bath earlier.” He pushed up with his hips and let her drop, that tight body sliding down his erection. “I’m going to make you shake those tits while I’m inside you, so you can feel that vein throb.”

For the space of a breath, Henrik thought he might have scandalized her, so he was unprepared for Ailish to unbutton his pants. She made quick work of the zipper, before her hand disappeared through the opening to wrap around his cock. She pressed four fingers against the vein in question, eyes going bright with excitement. Knowing what was coming didn’t prepare Henrik for Ailish to shake her tits, just a few quick twists of her body that made them sway one way, then the other. It didn’t matter that he’d spent himself only minutes before. Pressure built at the base of his spine, warning him. Again, again.

“You’re right,” she breathed. “It does throb.”

Henrik yanked her forward with an arm around the waist, attacking her mouth with a hot, slippery kiss as he walked her backward toward the shower. Without allowing her mouth to escape, he shoved aside the plastic curtain and fumbled for the shower handle, kicking off his jeans as the water began to pelt the shower basin. Desperate to touch Ailish, he tested the temperature long enough to know it wouldn’t burn them, before running his hands down her back and lifting her into the tiled shower stall. Barely having the presence of mind to close the curtain behind them, Henrik accomplished the feat nonetheless, enclosing them in wet, heavy darkness. It was like being trapped inside one of his own fantasies, except this was an experience for all five senses.

The girl wore nothing but a skirt, and the material was damp in seconds, conforming to her * and thighs like clear plastic wrap. Water sprayed onto her tits, slid down her legs, beaded on her parted lips. He watched as her inquisitive gaze ran down his body, snagging on his arousal, before rising again. Her fingers fumbled with the hem of his wet T-shirt, lifting it as far as she could over his head, before their height difference prevented her from lifting any farther.

She left the shirt plastered against his collarbone to run smooth palms up and over his pecs. “I like that you’re so much bigger than me. I like that you ask permission…but you don’t really need it,” Ailish said, her voice lacing in between the shower spray. “Can I climb up and get closer to your mouth? It doesn’t seem fair that you’re always having to bend down.”

Ah, Jesus. Now was not a good time for his heart to lurch and splatter against his ribs. He was man enough to admit she’d scared him, revealing her role in Caine’s operation. That admission had made it more difficult to keep her guarded. And when she said things like can I climb up and get closer…it doesn’t seem fair, he wanted to gather her up and let his remaining walls crumble to the ground. It also made him want something else really goddamn bad. “If you climb me, baby, nothing is going to come between me and that *. I just came not ten minutes ago and that means I could go for an hour right about now. You won’t walk straight for a week.”

Henrik couldn’t remember having been compelled to speak so crudely to a woman in his entire life. It made no sense that the one he would do anything to keep should bring that side out of him, when he should be proving his worth. Proving he could be affectionate. Or maybe it made perfect sense, because Ailish loved it. Henrik could tell by the way her eyelids fluttered a little as he spoke, the way her hands slid down the sides of her hips, lingered there. “I guess you should come down here, then,” she said.

Don’t have to tell me twice. Henrik snagged Ailish’s left hand from its perch on her hip, trapping it above her head. When he swooped in to capture her mouth, she did this little pull-away move, tease that she was, which only made him hotter and more eager. She paid for evading him with a punishing kiss, the kind that had been created as a prelude to f*cking, heads tilting to get maximum access, teeth bumping. With water sluicing down their faces, not a care was given about being messy, tongues licking against each other in desperation.

His balls weighed down between his thighs, as if his body knew shower time equaled relief. He had no choice but to drop his right hand and cup them, massage them in a steady rhythm so unlike the frenetic kiss happening above.

Ailish pulled away, sucking in huge gulps of breath, her wet head falling back against the shower stall. “Oh…my God. Does everyone kiss like that?”