Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(34)

“Everyone wishes they kissed like that.”

She looked up at him from beneath dripping eyelashes, wildfire brightening her cheeks. “You’re very arrogant sometimes.”

He bent down and sucked her lower lip between his teeth, releasing it when she whimpered. “How do you know I wasn’t complimenting you?”

“Were you?”

“Ailish, this mouth.” He pushed a thumb inside, groaning when she swirled her tongue around it and pulled. “It kisses me so good. Sucks between my legs like it’s trying to win a prize. Huh, baby. It’s all you, isn’t it?”

Henrik took a fistful of red hair and tugged to the side, laying gentle bites along her exposed neck. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she breathed. “I…your mouth is no s-slouch, either.”

His lips curled into a smile against her throat. “Ailish, baby?”

“Yes?”

“Wrap your hand around my cock”—he rolled his hips against her upper stomach—“and beat me off.”

Fuck. Henrik loved the way she didn’t even take a second to hesitate or feign surprise that a man would want his dick stroked. Especially by a wet, naked Ailish. She simply fisted his erection and used the water to slip her hand in sleek moves, root to tip. Although there really was nothing simple about it, because she watched his face, moaning at whatever she witnessed there.

“Tighter grip. Tighter,” he growled into the shower spray, unable to keep his hips from pumping. Unable to stop himself from closing his eyes and imagining he was thrusting into Ailish’s lithe body instead. Ahhh shit, if he didn’t live long enough to see his hard flesh dipping between her thighs, to feel her accepting his girth, he would consider his life incomplete. “God, baby. I’ve never been this horny in my f*cking life. If we’re in the same room, I’m thinking of a way to get your hand down the front of my jeans. Remember that. It’s not going to change anytime soon, so I hope like hell you like working my dick.”

“I love it.” There was a shudder in her voice. “I love watching what it does to you. You look like…you’re dying.”

His laughter was pained. “And you like watching me die?”

The pad of her thumb massaged the tip of his arousal, and his groan tore through the shower stall. “Yes,” she whispered. “I think…I think I like this kind of violence. A lot.”

Her husky tone battered him over the head with lust. That hand slipping up and down his thickness, her expression of awe, the shower spray coasting over her tits. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of, multiplied by a thousand. “This kind of violence is a two-way street,” Henrik rasped against Ailish’s temple, lights starting to wink behind his eyes. I can’t be the only one to finish. Her pointed nipples and harsh breathing told him she needed, too. Need, need. It was a red cloud obscuring everything around them.

Henrik’s right hand released his balls, eliciting a shock of pleasure/pain deep in his stomach. Worth it. Need to touch her. His touch slipped around the curve of her hip, down between the valley of her ass, stopping to press a thumb to that tempting back entrance. When she jumped at the near-invasion, releasing a feminine gasp, Henrik had to close his eyes against the surge of renewed desire. Depraved desire. A vision assaulted him of Ailish facedown on the bed, her bottom propped higher with a couple pillows, watching him nervously over her shoulder as he worked into that forbidden place. It would be an exercise in self-control, letting her get used to him gradually, being planted inside her without moving.

God. Don’t think about it or you’ll come.

When his fingers continued their journey to the heaven between her thighs, Ailish’s body relaxed for only a moment before arching like a spooked kitten. “Is your clit nice and sensitive from my mouth?”

“Yes,” Ailish moaned, her hand flying up and down his ready-to-burst flesh, driving him insane. “T-touch me there, please.”

“I’m going to live here. You understand?” His hips started to piston into her closed fist, his middle finger traveling over her nub, back and forth. “I’m this pretty clit’s new favorite person. Same way I want your hand down the front of my pants at all times? I’m going to want a suck of this baby right here. Getting dressed, eating a meal, talking? Yeah, I’ll be thinking of getting my mouth inside your panties to get you off.”

Ailish’s thighs squeezed together, but since he was touching her from behind, she couldn’t close them around his hand, couldn’t ease the pressure of his torture. And Henrik did nothing to make it easier for her, worrying that tiny bud until she cried out, her head thrashing on the wet wall. “Stop…more.”

“Which one is it?” he taunted, licking water off the underside of her chin. “Stop or more?”

“More.”

Henrik slid two fingers into Ailish’s damp opening, catching her resulting scream with his mouth, mastering her in two places at once. Never having been inside her before with any part of his body, now was a time for gentleness, but Henrik couldn’t pull it off. Not with her whimpering into his mouth, the swells of her ass cheeks flexing against his wrist. “You like that, don’t you? Like being full of me? Get used to it.” He pushed deep and lifted, bringing Ailish onto her tiptoes. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth as he admired her passion-glazed eyes. Those pretty tits were shaking against his chest, making him starved for a suck of her nipples. “That wasn’t a suggestion, Ailish. Get used to having me inside you. Move your hips around…make my fingers feel at home.”