Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
His shower was a thing of beauty—big enough for an orgy. He wondered if Geoffrey had actually had one of those in the big, open area with the three, wonderfully high, rectangular shower heads that poured water straight down. He set Geoffrey on his feet next to one of the two brown and black stone walls.
He hadn’t thought he could get any hotter or feel his desire for the man growing any higher, but what slammed into his system at the sight of Geoffrey’s kiss-swollen lips made him dizzy. They looked like that because of him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. So goddamn hot. That mouth,” Sven muttered as he dragged his lips over Geoffrey’s before he pulled that lush bottom lip into his mouth. He bit lightly and Geoffrey moaned. Unable to resist that sound, Sven dove in, starving for more of his taste. He kissed him, deep and so hard, he caught himself and started to pull back, but the growl that came out of that heavenly mouth and the hands that held tight to his shoulders stopped him.
“No,” Geoffrey breathed against his wet lips. “I can already feel you worrying. Trust me, dammit. Please!” He reached for Sven’s hair tie and freed his hair, then buried his fingers into it until the strands were tightly clenched in his fists. His lust-fueled gaze locked on to Sven’s. “I want you to fucking set yourself loose on me.” He moaned when Sven’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. “I can take anything you dish out, big guy.”
Sven crushed their mouths together. Geoffrey gave as good as he got and Sven grabbed him and sat him on the counter, spreading his knees and standing between so he could spear his hands into Geoffrey’s soft hair and hold him still for his mouth. His teeth. His tongue.
He took and took, only pulling back long enough to tug Geoffrey’s T-shirt over his head. Geoffrey didn’t even wait, his mouth coming unerringly back to Sven’s, his hands running up under Sven’s shirt. Geoffrey shivered as Sven ran his hands over his shoulders, letting his thumbs stroke over the bone and muscle as he slid his palms down Geoffrey’s sinewy back to tug his body as close as possible.
This time, he shuddered as Geoffrey melted into him, gripping fistfuls of shirt, still scorching his mouth with one hot kiss after another.
He wanted them naked.
Untangling himself from Geoffrey nearly killed him, but he stepped back, plucked Geoffrey off the counter and stood him on his feet. Ignoring Geoffrey’s broken chuckle, he tugged off his T-shirt, ripping it beyond use as he did. Geoffrey stared, unrestrained lust flushing his pale skin, his lips looking even plusher and more tempting than usual. Sven kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, then unbuttoned his shorts and kicked them and his underwear off. He stood and let Geoffrey look.
And he did. Geoffrey didn’t have a shy bone in his body and fuck, Sven loved that. His sizzling blue gaze raked slowly over Sven’s form, taking in everything. He locked on to his achingly hard dick and his lids came down, his mouth parting in a pant. Blue eyes moved slowly back up his stomach and chest. He knew what Geoffrey saw because he could see them both in the mirror but instead of critically looking at his oversized shoulders, arms, and thick thighs, his gaze latched on to the graceful lines of Geoffrey’s back, the almost vulnerable look to his slender neck.
“You are so stunning. Fuck, Geoffrey.”
“Yes, Sven,” he said, nodding. “You are going to fuck Geoffrey.” He stepped around Sven and got the shower heads running. All three of them. He turned and slid off the rest of his clothes. “But our first time is going to be in my bed because I’m way past the patience needed to find ways to get creative in this shower and I don’t want to leave long enough to find my step stool.” He turned, giving Sven a perfect view of his pert ass as he murmured, “I’m fucking ordering a stool for every room in my house tomorrow.”
Chuckling, Sven walked into the shower and wrapped his arms around Geoffrey from the back. He rubbed his hairier body against all that smooth skin and grinned into the top of his head when Geoffrey started shaking again. As soon as the water heated up, they moved underneath one of the sprays.
“Oh God,” Geoffrey moaned as he grabbed the soap. “Just so you know, in the future, I plan to drop this. A lot.”
He spoke of the future like it was a done deal. Again. Sven took the soap from him and lathered his hands. He wanted them on Geoffrey badly, but he wanted to be clean fast so he could get this shower out of the way and have Geoffrey on his stomach in that big bed. Or on his back—hell, he didn’t care how, he just wanted inside.