The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

My entire body has been humming for the better part of three hours, damn him. It’s agony. He’s grinning down at me like he’s won the motherfucking lottery, and I want to smack him.

So, I turn and march into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and strip out of my dress, watching him while I do it.

He’s kept me frustrated all evening, he can have a turn.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he watches me shed my bra and turn to the shower. He’s next to me in three quick strides, but rather than touch my boobs or anything farther south, he simply kisses me. Chastely. Intimately.

Damn him.

“Get in the shower, Riley.”

He watches me as I step into my glass-enclosed shower and under the water. It’s hot, too hot for my already warm skin, so I bring the temperature down. I turn away from Trevor and reach for the soap, but before I can do anything else, he’s joined me, naked as the day he was born.

He’s also shed his glasses.

“I don’t remember extending an invitation,” I say, but rather than reply, he simply takes the soap from my hand, lathers up his own hands, and makes a circle motion with his finger, implying that he’d like for me to turn around. “I’m still mad at you.”

His lips twitch in humor. “I’m about to make it up to you.”

I turn away and he immediately begins to rub my back with his soap-slick hands, thoroughly kneading my muscles in the most delicious way.

The man’s hands are everything.

“How is this?”

“If you stop, I’ll never speak to you again.”

He chuckles and continues to rub down to the small of my back, over my ass cheeks and up the crack, and I immediately remember him tickling me earlier at Addie’s.

“I had no idea my ass crack was an erogenous zone.”

“Hmm,” is his only reply as his hands come around my torso to lather up my belly and breasts. My nipples are still puckered from hours’ worth of torment. “Your body is ridiculously perfect.”

I smirk, but don’t say anything. I know I’m not perfect, but I love that he thinks I am. He’s the best boost to my ego I’ve ever had, bless him.

After he’s lathered me all up, I move to step under the water, but he stops me.

“This is my job.”

He takes the removable nozzle off the wall and sprays me down, letting all of the soap wash away. Rather than replace the shower head, he backs me up until my back is pressed to the cold tile.

“Now, let’s see if we can change your mind about shower sex.”

His green eyes are eating me alive as the water runs in little rivers over my skin. He urges me to lift my leg and rest my foot on the built-in bench, and before I can do anything else, my shower head is pressed to my clit and he’s turned the setting to pulse.

“Holy fucking shit,” I mutter, and let my head fall back against the tile as zings of electricity shoot from my clit and down my arms and legs. If he doesn’t let me come this time, I’ll fucking kill him.

“How is this?” he asks.

“Holy fucking shit,” I repeat, making him smile triumphantly.

“Your face is so damn expressive during sex,” he says, as if he’s talking about the sports page in the newspaper. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Jesus, Trevor, if you keep that up, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

I can’t answer him. He’s tilted the nozzle to the side, and the change in angle is making me see stars.

I don’t think I can make my mouth work.

“You’ll what?” he asks again.

“Fucking come,” I reply with a pant.

“Yes, baby, go over for me.”

Oh, thank Christ!

He reaches around me with his free hand and pushes two fingers inside me, and that’s all it takes to send me flying into space, broken into a million pieces. Every muscle is quivering, every nerve ending on fire.

The water is gone now, turned off, and he’s leading me out of the shower. He dries us both and leads me to the bed, and I can see that he has every intention of fucking me blind.

Which is great, but he’s going to have to wait for it.

You know what they say, payback’s a bitch. And for today, her name is Riley.

When he would guide me down on the bed, I press my hand on his chest and shake my head.

“You lie down,” I instruct him. He narrows his eyes for a brief second, but he complies, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, spread out like a buffet for my pleasure.

And I plan to milk a lot of pleasure from this man.

He’s already hard as a rock, which serves him right for keeping me on the edge of orgasm for the better part of four hours.

Then again, I’ve been freaking turned on since the moment I laid eyes on him.

“Are you going to join me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply simply, and sink one knee into the bed beside him. “I want you to stay just like this.”

“Feeling a bit dominant tonight?”

I just tilt my head and he smiles.

“Okay, I’ll stay like this.”

“Thank you.” I kneel next to him, but don’t touch him. My gaze sweeps from his head to his feet and back up again. There are plenty of scars, but no ink. His skin is smooth and bronze, still damp from the shower.

And God sure did bless him with incredible muscles. Seriously, all of this should be illegal.

Or come with a warning label.

“Are you just going to look?” he asks.

“No,” I reply, and drag my fingertips down his torso. “I’m going to play for a bit. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you want,” he says, making me smile.

“Perfect.”

Without further ado, I lean over and take the head of his cock in my mouth. Trevor sucks his breath in through his teeth and his hands dive into my hair. I grip him firmly in my fist and move up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Not fast or hard enough to make him come.

Not yet.

“Killing me,” he groans.

I don’t stop. I cup his balls with my free hand, and work him over for a while, enjoying the way everything in him, every muscle, tightens under my touch.

My phone rings.

Trevor growls.

I reach for it.

“You’re answering?”

I smile sweetly and hit accept.

“Hi, Mia,” I say cheerfully, and Trevor’s eyes narrow menacingly.

I’m so going to pay for this.

I can’t wait.

“Hey, I just wanted to ask you if you want the rest of us to pick up some of your work next week so you can spend more time with Trevor.”

“That’s incredibly thoughtful, Mia. I would love that. Should we meet on Monday so we can go through some things?”

“Sure, sounds good. Have a fun weekend with him. You deserve it, Riley.”

My eyes haven’t left him. He reaches down to take his dick in his hand, but I shake my head no and he rolls his eyes, but he obeys.

“I’ll see you on Monday.”

I hang up, toss the phone aside, and smile down at Trevor.

“Where was I?”

“You had your sexy-as-fuck mouth wrapped around my cock and I was getting very close to coming.”

“Oh yeah. That.” I grin down at him, and he moves fast, grabbing on to me and pinning me under him. He nudges his way between my thighs, and much to my delight, he sinks inside me, making us both moan.