“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Did I say that out loud?
He eyed me and said, “Careful…I’m not that tired.” I looked down and fingered the soapy cloth in my hand. He released a harsh breath and gripped my wrist bringing it up to his chest. “You can start here.”
My hand automatically began moving in circles across his chest. He had an impressive build for an eighteen year old but no one would ever have accused Keiran of being ordinary. He watched me as I washed him and I almost dropped the cloth a few times. When I reached his lower stomach and the hard erection stretched against it, I paused. I slowly ran the cloth up and down, my nervousness making my grip firm and I briefly hoped I was hurting him the way he does me when he takes me. But you like the pain…
The groan that erupted from his throat sounded pleasurable rather painful so I tightened my grip and continued the up and down motion. The hot water pounding over us was forgotten as I concentrated on making him hurt.
“Fuck,” he groaned again. “Unless you want me to fuck you right now, I suggest you stop playing with my dick. I know what you were trying to do. It would be more efficient if you kneed me in the balls.”
I kept my gaze down to hide the guilt and quickly finished washing him. When I finished he soaped the other cloth and washed my body with surprisingly gentle, massaging strokes. Before I knew it, I was closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation.
When he finished washing me he brusquely ordered me to get out and I bit back a retort for his rudeness. I dried off slowly, hoping it pissed him off and then left to wait in his room. I could still hear the shower running as I rummaged through the bag he packed for me. After searching three times I realized he forgot to pack pajamas for me. I huffed and sat on the edge of the bed. He finally came in moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist. This was my second time seeing him like that and the effect was even stronger than the last.
“I don’t have pajamas.”
He unwrapped his towel and used a corner to dry off his chest. The urge to taste his skin was overwhelming. When he dropped his towel on the floor and switched off the light, plunging the room in darkness my ire rose. He approached the bed and dropped down on the mattress.
“I sleep nude so you will too.”
“I really prefer not to so if you could loan me a shirt…”
“Sleep naked or sleep on the floor.” He sounded as if he was already half asleep. I could only make out his shadow among the bed sheets.
“You’re being unreasonable.” Silence greeted me. After a few minutes I stood up and dropped the towel. I pulled back the sheets while eyeing him carefully and quickly slipped inside using the sheet to cover my naked body. His breathing sounded even so I assumed he’d already fallen asleep. I shifted until I was as far away from him as I could get without falling off the bed.
“Keiran?”
“What?”
“Why did you have sex with me in front of your cousin?” I held my breath, waiting for an answer.
“He needed to see that you were only mine.”
“Why did he need to see that?” I asked, confused.
“Because he wants to fuck you.” He said it as casually as if we were discussing the weather.
I frowned. “What would make you think that?”
“My cousin will fuck anything that moves.”
“And yet he hasn’t fucked you.”
“Monroe…”
“Sorry.” I suppressed the sneaky laugh bubbling in my chest but it quickly died when a disturbing thought occurred to me. “Would you let him have me?”
His arms were around my waist in a flash, pulling me across the bed toward him. He flipped me onto my back, tucked me into his side, and leaned over me to peer into my eyes.
“No one will ever have you but me.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feigning anger even as my heart skipped a beat.
“Because I’ll kill you first. You’re mine, Monroe. That will never change.”
Chapter Thirteen