He tried to sound neutral, like he didn’t care one way or another, but it might have come out a little more suggestively than he’d intended.
Either way, she seemed to get the message, because she shook her head. “No, thanks. I, uh, have some more composing to do. I think I’ll just get back to that.”
Daria nodded. “Okay, cool. Well, I guess I’ll see you back home later?” She was talking to Minh, but looking at Chris, grinning.
Shit. Daria knew, and now she was trying to get him to admit that Minh might not be home that night. Annoying little sisters. How did the world survive with that kind of annoyance hanging around?
Chris sighed. “I wish I were an only child.”
Daria rolled her eyes. “Shut up. We’re leaving now. And you stink. Go take a shower. Or a sponge bath.”
They walked out, leaving Chris and Minh alone in the sweltering studio. “Sisters.” He wrapped an arm around Minh’s waist and pulled her close. He didn’t think it was possible, but his body heated even more when she ran her fingers over his neck, then slid her hands down his arms.
Fuck, he loved it when she touched him.
“She was right about one thing, though.” He nuzzled Minh’s neck, licking the sweet-salt taste of her, the way he’d wanted to earlier.
“What’s that?” She arched back, giving him more access to her skin.
“I do need a shower. Care to join me?”
She gave a throaty laugh. “Is this your version of another date?”
He kissed a trail up to her lips. “Do your rules allow dates in the shower?”
“I don’t think I have a rule about dates in the shower.”
He pulled back a bit and grinned at her. “Music to my ears.”
Chapter Twelve
Minh stood under the spray in Chris’s shower as he ran the soap over her back. She hummed with pleasure when he dipped lower, slick fingers sliding between her thighs and teasing her.
She arched and spread her legs, enjoying the feel of the water running over her breasts as he pushed one finger inside, making her gasp. He moved it in and out of her slowly, gently, until she was whimpering with need, pushing back against his hand with every stroke.
“Chris.” She groaned his name, but he pulled his hand away and reached to shut off the water.
“Please, Chris.” She whispered, turning to reach for him, shaking with need.
“Soon, baby. But I want to be inside you when you come.” He yanked her close and kissed her, deep and dirty, and she writhed against his hard cock. Oh, yes. That felt so good. Just a little more—
But he pulled back, laughing. “Come on.” He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, rubbing her dry before picking her up and carrying her to his bed and dropping her playfully atop the sheet. He stood at the edge of the bed, hands on his hips, and stared down at her while she raked her gaze over his body.
He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. The designs all over his body enhanced the lines of his muscles, the lean length of his legs. His cock jutted out at her, the strong, thick shaft hard and ready.
“Please,” she repeated, and this time he stepped forward to grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her the entire time. When he was done, he again stood in front of her, pushed her knees up and apart, and just…looked.
Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs, to keep him from seeing her so intimately, but he moved between them. He gripped the base of his cock and began a long, slow push inside. Those crystalline blue eyes were boring into hers as he moved, and by the time he was completely filling her, her body was tight and ready and so, so close…
“Minh.” He said her name, softly, and gave one last, hard push, nudging into her a fraction of an inch further, and she splintered, tightening her legs around his waist and bowing off the bed as she came.
He drove into her, hard, three times, before he, too, found his release.
They lay together for a while. She ran her hand over his back, enjoying the feel of his skin under her hands. That same sense of happiness that she’d had since yesterday morning was getting stronger.
She liked being with him. She liked him.
But what was it that they were doing? Was this a relationship? Or just a temporary foray into the wildness of being different?
Everything she’d felt for him before, that he wasn’t right for her, was slipping away. She’d broken her rules and gotten involved with him, even though he didn’t meet any of her expectations of what she wanted in a relationship.
While he didn’t seem to have any expectations when it came to girlfriends, other than that they would be temporary. Usually, not knowing where he stood would have made her nervous.
But despite the possibility that she was just another of his forty-eight hour girlfriends, she was happy. She’d had a lot of fun, laughing and joking with him in their apartment as the guys had moved the studio equipment. It had felt like a break from the usual strictures she applied to herself.