Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

Laughter bubbles out of me. “I can’t help it.”

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turns me to face one of the shower heads, set at a height to hit my body. Once he’s rinsed me clean, he bands one arm under my breasts and slides his free hand over my stomach.

“I don’t think you came, though,” he whispers against my ear.

“I was close,” I admit.

He releases a growly sound of approval that rumbles against my back. “You liked sucking my cock?”

I tip my head back so I can see his face. “Yes.”

His hand slides between my thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”

Carefully, I inch my feet apart.

My body jolts as his fingers sweep over my clit. He slowly starts working them in a quick, focused circle. “You were so good,” he rasps. “I didn’t get to slide my dick between your beautiful tits the way I wanted.”

“Oh,” I squeak.

“Yup, that’s gonna be another lesson,” he murmurs, continuing the relentless grinding in just the right spot. “You’re really close, aren’t you?”

I grip the arm holding me with both hands and lean against him.

“That’s it. Close your eyes.” He somehow knows better than I do the exact pressure and pattern to use on my body. Within minutes, I’m shaking and close to shattering. “Let go,” he urges.

A sharp scream rips from my throat as bolts of pleasure spark throughout my body. My eyes snap open. “Jensen.”

His dark eyes glitter with longing. “I’ve got you.”

When I can breathe again, he’s watching me with a slight tilt to his lips.

“Thanks.” I let out a nervous laugh, suddenly self-conscious again.

“My pleasure.” He reaches behind me and a sharp sting cracks against my butt.

Laughing, I fall forward, sliding against his slick skin. “Hey!”

“Go ahead and dry off. I’ll be out in a minute,” he says.

“Okay. I’ll get a towel for you.”

“Thanks.”

I slide the door open and step onto my bath mat. My regular towel’s on a hook by the shower and I wrap it around myself. On my way to my laundry room/linen closet, I snag the hand towel off the floor.

When I return, he’s still in the shower.

“Leaving a towel on the hook right outside,” I call out.

“Okay!”

Still tingling from my first shower orgasm, I head to my room to get dressed.

Is he going to stay this time? Do I want him to? Are we going to do more tonight?

In my bedroom, I pick up his clothes from the floor and set them on the bed. I wander into my closet, searching for something sexier than a T-shirt and shorts to sleep in. In a basket on a shelf, I find a sleep set I bought on a whim a few years ago. Tiny white shorts dotted with blue flowers. It has ruffles on the legs and a matching tank top that buttons halfway down. It always seems too impractical to sleep in but it’s the cutest thing I have, so I slip it on, pleased it’s a little looser on me than when I bought it.

“Margot?” The closet door opens wider, light spilling in from the bedroom. “Oh shit. What is this?”