The Wrong Gentleman(48)

For the rest of the journey, we silently watched the softening light against the water before the noise of Monte Carlo pulled us from our appreciation.

“Hotel de Paris?” she asked, gazing out of the cab window.

“I like the view and the baths, apparently.”

I didn’t argue too much about her paying for the cab, even though it was like nails on a chalkboard as I watched her hand over her money. As long as she was happy.

“A home away from home,” she said as I switched on the lights of the room we’d been in just a week ago.

“Let’s use the shower first this time,” I said, pulling off my shirt and then unbuttoning my shorts. “I need to fuck you in there.”

“You can fuck me anywhere,” she said.

I growled and pulled out her hair clip, letting her blonde waves fall onto her shoulders.

I walked toward her, and she stepped back, pulling off her top and shrugging out of her trousers.

Yanking her bra down to expose her breasts, I bent, covering her hard nipple with my mouth as I circled my arms around her waist.

Her fingers pawed at my neck as she gasped and shuddered.

I pulled back, lifted her off her feet and into the bathroom. “How I kept my hands off you all day, I have no idea.”

“Well, you didn’t. Not really,” she said, stripping off her underwear.

We’d “made out,” as she called it, in the sea for what seemed like hours, but I wasn’t about to fuck her outside. There was no way I would risk exposing her like that. Kissing was as far as it had gone.

“Compared to what I’m about to do to you, believe me, I’ve kept my hands off you all day.” I reached into the shower, turned on the spray then pulled her inside. The warm water began to wash the sticky seawater from our skin.

“Well, I want you clean first.” She picked out one of the bottles of shower gel and poured out a handful, dunking it on my chest.

“You’re going to wash me?”

She nodded, making small circles all over my skin—up over my shoulder to my neck, up over my face, across my back—slowly working a lather all over my body.

“You’re very thorough,” I said as she kneeled in front of me, making me tip my head back as she worked her palms up my inner thigh and around my balls but avoided my erection raging against my stomach.

“I like to think so.”

She lifted my foot and placed it on her thigh, working the wash between my toes.

I’d never had a woman tend to me before. Never spent this long in a shower, just enjoying the feeling of the water running down my body rather than focusing on getting clean. But then I’d never met a woman like Skylar—sweet and caring was at her very core. How she’d managed to keep that at her center given what she’d lived through was a miracle and made her all the more special.

She gazed up at me from her knees. “It’s like your body is so powerful that it decides where the water goes.” She traced the rivulets of the spray with her fingertips as drops ran between my muscles before grasping the base of my cock.

I groaned and fell forward, my hands braced against the glass, as she swirled her tongue over my tip and then took me deep in her mouth. She grasped my thighs and continued to lick, suck, sweep down my cock, and back up again, pressing her fingertips into my skin, urging me forward. When I banged my fist against the glass, she glanced up at me, a sweet, innocent look in her eyes.

I just couldn’t get enough.

In just minutes, I was ready to come in her mouth, down her throat, over her face, and on her breasts. I wanted to cover her in my come. Claim her. Make her mine. Shit. Before now, women had always just been women. Skylar was everything. Every fantasy, everything too good to even imagine and more.

I reached under her chin and she glanced up again. I had to look away for a second or I was going to— “I’m going to come, Skylar.” I tried to pull away, but she took me deeper, sucked me harder. Fuck. Just as I thought it couldn’t get any better, this beautiful, complicated, delicious woman wanted me in her mouth. “Skylar,” I growled. “I can’t hold back.”

She swallowed, my crown at the back of her throat, and I was lost. The beautiful woman whose mouth was clamped around my cock, the warm spray, the amazing day we’d spent together—it all melted into one, and I let my orgasm take over every muscle. I cried out, my words incoherent, every sensation washing over me.

I stumbled back to the built-in bench under the spray and managed to open my eyes long enough to see Skylar grinning at me.

“Thank you,” she said. “I enjoyed that.”

I chuckled and pulled her to her feet and onto my lap. “Not as much as me.”

“Don’t bet on it. You taste so good. And it made me feel powerful, you know? You’re this big, tough guy and I can make you feel like that? Come like that? I kinda loved it.”

My cock twitched as she spoke so openly and matter-of-factly about sucking me off. This girl was something else.

“You’re full of unexpected surprises,” I said, burying my head in her neck, sweeping my hand down her stomach, my fingers lingering between her folds before reaching for her breasts again. She twisted her hips to meet my fingers as I teased her.

She turned to face me, but there was no way she was going to call the shots here. Not this time.