Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Keeping that firmly in mind, I carried her into the bathroom.
46
JESSINA
Iwas still half-delirious when Turk stood me up in the shower and turned it on. Lukewarm water sprayed my naked body—Turk had stripped my shirt off—and I swayed on my feet.
“Hey, whoa, baby!” his deep voice rumbled in my ear. And then he was joining me in the small shower stall and putting his hands on my waist to steady me.
“Sorry,” I muttered, putting my arms around his neck. “Just…kinda dizzy.”
“I can tell that,” he murmured. “Come on—turn towards the water so we can wash you off. Here—let me help you.”
He turned both of us so that water was splashing on my bare body and his half-dressed one. He still had on a pair of the long black sleep trousers he wore and they were getting drenched.
Turk didn’t seem to notice or care. He simply rubbed his big hands up and down my sides and under my breasts to clean off the sticky nectar that had collected there.
His hands on me felt good, but I knew they could feel better. I could tell he was trying not to touch me too much—or in too intimate an area—but I was on fire for him! I wanted more—much more—that he was apparently willing to give.
“Please, Turk, could you wash my breasts too?” I begged softly. “I’m so sticky everywhere.”
“Well…” He hesitated a moment but I guess he figured that since he’d already sucked them, it couldn’t hurt to handle them and wash them as well. Reaching around from behind me, he cupped my breasts in his big hands and began to rub and massage as the warm water rained down on me.
“Mmm, thank you,” I moaned softly. “My nipples too—but be careful! They’re still really tender.”
“I’ll be gentle with you, baby,” he growled softly and I felt him tugging very lightly on my tight tips and then rubbing them as the water sprayed me.
“Ohhh, Turk!” I moaned, writhing against him. I pushed my ass back against his crotch and felt something hot and hard pressing back at me. So, this was turning him on—he wasn’t just helping me out of the goodness of his heart. If only he would believe he was my Fated Mate—if only he could understand that we belonged together!
“Gods, Jessina!” He took a slight step back, obviously trying to put some space between us, but I stumbled and nearly fell. “Whoa! Hold on—I’ve got you!” Hastily, he stepped back up, putting his front firmly against my back to give me support.
I leaned back against him shamelessly.
“Thank you, Turk,” I whispered. I wished I could get him to touch me more. My breasts felt much better now that he had sucked out the nectar, but between my legs was a different matter. My clit was throbbing like a second heartbeat and I felt so empty inside—like I needed to be filled.
But I knew if I told Turk all that, he would leave in a hurry. He still thought I was off-limits, just because I was Slade’s little sister! Goddess of the Four Faces but I was tired of being defined by the men in my life instead of being taken on my own merit! There wasn’t much I could do about that now, though, not if I wanted to keep him with me.
“I…I think I’m clean now,” I told him.
“You sure about that, baby?” He continued to hold my breasts in his hands.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded, the back of my head brushing against his broad shoulder. “Can you help me get dry?”
“Sure, baby. Come on, let’s dry you off.”
He shut off the water and dried me carefully all over with a large bath towel. He even knelt before me to be sure my legs and feet were completely dry.
“But Turk, you’re still dripping wet,” I protested as he wrapped me in another towel and sat me firmly on the closed lid of the toilet.
“Yeah, I know.” He grimaced as he looked down at his sodden sleep trousers. “Hang on…”
Grabbing another towel from the rack, he shucked down the wet trousers and wrapped the towel around his waist. He was fast, but not fast enough to stop me from seeing that his large shaft was most definitely standing at attention. At the sight, the old thirst rose in me again—the desire to taste his cream.
“Okay, I’m going to change the sheets.”
He kicked the wet sleep trousers into a corner of the shower but as he was turning towards the door, I caught him by the hips and dragged him towards me. Of course he was much bigger than me and he couldn’t have been dragged if he didn’t want to be. I took some comfort in that, even when he looked down at me with a frown.
“Jessina? What do you think you’re doing?” he growled softly.