Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(32)

Her body quivered at the thought of being with him again. She hadn’t forgotten for one second how good he was in bed or the pleasure he brought forth from her body. She had shoved that knowledge in the dark recesses of her mind when she was too afraid to move forward—but no longer.

She stepped out of her last article of clothing, and they both walked under the steaming hot spray. The shower floor was soon the same neon wash that had coated their bodies.

Damon poured soap into his hands and massaged it into her back. Her muscles released any remaining tension at the touch. His hands slid down her back, around her stomach, over her shoulders, and then her neck, removing any trace of the paint. Then, they dipped down to cover her breasts. He kneaded them in his hands, pinching the nipples, causing her to arch backward into his body.

Then, with a clean hand, he trailed lower, caressing her clit before delving into her aching core. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her lower back, but he made no move to take her. He just worked her body until she was trembling beneath the hot water, coming on his fingers.

As she came down from her high, Trihn rested her hand on the wall to steady herself. When she turned to face him, lust hung heavy between them. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and crushed their lips together.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growled into her mouth.

“Me, too,” she admitted.

She had no idea how she’d ever thought this could have been a one-night stand. Her body was dying for him—his touch, his lips, his cock. The built-up sexual tension between them was a chasm that was cracking wide open.

She couldn’t even wait to get out of the shower, and Damon clearly had the same idea. He turned her around to face the opposite wall. Seeing what he was thinking, she bent in half at the waist and put her hands on the shower bench.

His dick slid against her slick body, and she shuddered. Her body reflexively backed up toward him, pulsing and ready to take him. He guided himself to her opening with one hand while holding her hips in place with the other. Then, he shoved forward, and her body shook as he forced himself all the way in to the hilt.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he said, short of breath.

He started pumping into her, and even though she was warmed up, this position hit so deep that her body rocked forward with each thrust. He leaned his wet body against hers, holding her in place, as water streamed down onto them. Their bodies smacked together over the sound of the shower.

Wet hair still matted with paint hung forward in front of her. Her slick hands clutched on to the acrylic lining of the shower seat. It had been a while since they had last been together, and she was craving another release.

Damon grunted behind her, and she could tell he was there with her.

“Fuck, Trihn,” he groaned. “Oh, f*ck. This is the best f*cking view.”

“God, you feel so good.”

“Yes. Oh, f*ck. I’m going to come.”

“Please. Oh God, yes!” she screamed just as her own climax hit. “Oh yes…yes…yes. Fuck…f*ck.”

His grip on her hips was painful as he jackhammered into her before coming and repeating her words almost verbatim.

Damon pulled out of her, and Trihn fell forward onto her knees as her equilibrium disappeared.

“Hey. Are you okay?” he asked, reaching for her.

“You’re kidding, right?” she said breathlessly. “I’ve never felt this good in my life.”

He helped her to her feet and pressed another kiss to her lips. “That makes two of us, love.”





“SO MUCH FOR TAKING IT SLOW,” Trihn said.

Damon rolled over in bed and pulled her naked body toward him. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her shoulder. “I didn’t say I wanted to take things slow. I said I wanted you to be mine.”

“That’s not exactly how I remember it, but it’s sweet.” Trihn twisted around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“Speaking of that,” she said, unwinding from his body, “I have to get to class.”

Damon groaned. “Are you sure?”

“I get the full instructions for the fashion show from my design professor today. So, yeah, kind of important.”

He reached out for her, but she slithered off the bed and into a pair of his shorts and oversized T-shirt. Her ruined clothes weren’t going to be useful.

“I can keep this, right?” she asked with a wink.

“Fuck, you look good in my clothes. Granted, you look good in everything.”

“Model,” she said with a dismissive shrug.

“Well, will my beautiful model be coming back over later today?”

“If you’re lucky,” she quipped.

“Clearly, I am.”

Trihn laughed and shook her head. “It depends on how long I have to be at the design studio tonight or how much I’m panicking about the work I have to do to make this fashion show a reality come the end of April.”

“You’ll get it done.”

“Not if I don’t get out of here.” Trihn bent down and kissed him once more before pushing herself to hurry out of his apartment.

She needed to get out of there before she forgot everything and lay in his bed all day and night. He made it easy to ignore the rest of the world.