Page 71 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"This place is unreal," I said, turning in a slow circle as I stood in the middle of his closet. "Your closet is bigger than my whole bedroom."

He laughed.

"It's a lot, I know."

"I don't even think a lot covers it."

By the time we made it back to his bedroom, I could feel the day catching up with me. As much fun as we had, my body was ready to call it an early night.

"I need to shower," I said, already taking off my shirt.

"Let's go. I need one too."

He led me into the bathroom, and I couldn't help staring at the shower. It was so big I was pretty sure my entire bathroom at home could fit inside it.

"Even your shower is extra," I said, laughing.

"Everything I do is extra." He reached around me to turn the water on before flashing that cocky smile I had gotten used to. "You know that by now."

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the hamper before stepping into the shower first, holding the glass door open for me. Lord, this man was fine as wine, dipped in the finest chocolate and wrapped in sin. His chest was broad and covered in tattoos. The ink stretched across his shoulders, wrapped around his arms, and ended at his waistline. I found myself tracing the artwork with my eyes, wondering what every piece meant.

I peeled out of the rest of my clothes and stepped inside. The warm water hit my skin the second I walked beneath the showerhead.

"Come here," he said, reaching for me.

I moved into him without hesitation, letting the water fall over us as his hands settled at my waist and pulled me close. I rested my forehead against his chest and closed my eyes.

I hadn't realized how emotionally exhausted I was until he held me. Somewhere between the lies, the arguments, and constantly questioning where I stood with Kyrie, I'd forgotten what peace felt like. Somehow, I found it in Jokah's arms.

He leaned down, his lips finding my neck. I gasped, my head falling back to give him better access. His hands roamed over my body, and I could feel him hardening against me. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him slowly. Jokah gripped my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms going around his neck. He pressed me against the wall, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss.

As he slowly slid into me, I moaned, my body arching into his. He began to thrust inside of me with a slow and steady pace. I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders. It felt so good to feel him inside me, and I could already feel my body building towards an orgasm. He must have sensed it too because he picked up his pace, his hips slamming into me.

“You can’t keep doing this to me,” I whispered in his ear.

“I can fuck you all day, every day.”

"And what if I want you to?" I replied, my voice dripping with desire. I pulled back, looking into his eyes. "What if I want you to fuck me all day, every day, Jokah? Then what?"

His eyes darkened, his grip on my thighs tightening. "Then I'll fuck you all day, every day," he growled, his voice laced with promise.

Jokah slammed into me, punishing me. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall. He caught my mouth in an intense kiss, swallowing my moans.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. I pulled away, my breath ragged. "I'm close, Jokah," I warned him.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you cum on this dick."

His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, as my body started convulsing as I came hard. Jokah followed soon after, his body shuddering as he found his own release. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together and our breaths ragged.

As we caught our breath, I looked into his eyes, my heart feeling full. "I don't know what this is, Jokah," I admitted. "But I know I want more of it."

He smiled and used his thumb to brush away a stray tear from my cheek. "Then you'll have it, Kaior," he promised. "As much as you want... and as long as I'm breathing." I leaned into his touch, my heart feeling light. In that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Jokah smiled before carefully setting me back on my feet. He reached for the bottle of body wash resting on the built-in shelf and worked it into a rich lather in a washcloth. Without a word, he gently washed away the sweat from my shoulders and arms, taking his time in a way that felt less like a routine and more like he was taking care of me.

I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

"You good?" he asked, his voice low.