Page 113 of The Score

Chapter 37

Pen

He doesn't stop until he presses me into the stone wall, right between the two shower sets. My crop top leaves lots of skin exposed, and I hiss at the contact with the cold surface. He doesn't react.

He stares at my lips again. "Do you want me to kiss you again?"

I nod.

"Do you want shower fun?" He asks.

I nod again.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

I nod, more enthusiastically than before.

"Then show me." He puts a hand on the point where my shoulder meets my neck. "Kissmeand show me."

His hand is so large, his thumb circles my throat and makes arches on my pulse. The tone he uses should be familiar, but it isn't. He's always been bossy, but tonight there's a new tone to it that trickles down my spine and sets my nerves on fire.

I spring forward and aim for his mouth. The hand on my neck keeps me back.

He gives me a feral smile. "Try harder."

I gasp. He played me. I shoot my hands forward, fist them on the white fabric of his shirt, and pull him to me. He chuckles like this is a game, and presses himself to me, but doesn't kiss me.

He places both hands above my shoulders, bracketing my head. "Whatever is on your bucket list, I'll do. Because I'm your friend, and I promised I'd do it."

I grab his thick forearm with both hands. "You don't know what's on that list."

"Maybe I won't be as shocked as you think, with what's on your list."

"I see." I'm breathing hard. "We're about to discover things we would have never known of each other, had we not gotten married."

"Pen." He comes so close to kissing me. "Try not to be shocked by what you'll learn about me."

I barely have a moment to give him a last nod, before his mouth is on me again. I close my eyes, enjoying the languid rhythm he sets this time. He trails his lips on my jaw, my neck, and my legs lose their strength all over again.

He licks a patch of sensitive skin. His warm breath follows. I grab the plush flesh above his hips, in a silent request for more pressure. He understands and pushes harder on me. My whole body softens. The building sensations in my body could drop me to my knees, but he doesn't let me.

He turns on both showers at the same time. I gasp.

Bear gives me an open mouth kiss right on my throat, like he wants to eat my sounds. Or me. I cling to his sides, gazing around to make sense of everything. It seems that while he distracted me with his mouth and kept me in place with his body, his hands were busy setting me up for a surprise.

Now we're in a storm of our own making.

"Fuck," I breathe.

"How close is this to what you imagined?"

"Close," I breathe.

My hair is getting plastered to my skin, and he clears my face with gentle strokes. I get a chance to study him, and the sight has my heart beating a long, steady rhythm. A small wrinkle marks his brow. His intense eyes gaze at me in very much the same way I gaze at him. The line of his mouth hints at the concentration with which he traces my face, to then run gentle fingertips over my slick skin.

His fingers catch on the straps of my crop top. He takes it in stride, and pulls at it until the wet fabric slides down my arm.

I stare at his hand on my shoulder. "When I thought of a moment like this, I didn't expect to be wearing clothes in the shower."