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“Rhodes Colter,” I say with a glare. “If you don’t get this stupid thing off me in the next five seconds, I’m going to leave and instead of losing your virginity, you can go celebrate Palm Sunday all by yourself.”
He barks out a laugh as he yanks my bra off. “You call it that too?”
I just shrug with a smile and gently trace my newly-freed fingers over the rigid lines of his abdomen. “You know what? I think I’d like to see that.”
The amusement on his face is replaced with confusion and apprehension. “You’d like to see what?” His voice is skeptical.
“I want to see you touch yourself, Rhodes. Show me what makes you feel good.” My words are more of a plea. I’ve never been in a situation like this before, and I don’t want to show my own apprehension and make him any more nervous than he is. Derrick was very experienced when we got together, so as much as I learned from him, I’ve never had to do the whole virgin thing with somebody else.
He looks shocked for so long that I worry I’ve pushed him too far, too fast when he blushes, and his mouth forms a small, shaky smile. He keeps eye contact as he moves to the other side of the shower and sits down on the stone bench, spreading his legs.
I lean back under the spray of the shower and grab the body wash, my gaze trained on Rhodes as he takes his hard length and strokes it slowly. My focus splits between the task at hand and the way his eyes flutter in pleasure as his fist squeezes over the head of his cock with each stroke.
My fingers glide across my sensitive nipples as I wash my chest, and I moan softly. Rhodes’s eyes flare at the action, and I circle one nipple, pinching it lightly.
Before long, his breathing speeds up and his muttered curses get louder. “Stop.” My voice is a quiet command as I step forward. Rhodes is stunning: angular cheekbones flushed bright red, either from being turned on or from nerves or maybe both; wide eyes showcase his blown-out pupils that mask most of the hazel iris; and his plush bottom lip is trapped between his perfect white teeth.
The man is literally a walking wet dream.
“What’s wrong?” Rhodes gets out between heavy breaths. “Is everything okay? Did you change your mind?”
Instead of answering him, I add extra sway to my hips and approach until there’s hardly any space left between us. The look of reverence in his eyes as they rake down my body makes me feel like a goddess and gives me confidence.
He inhales sharply when I drop to my knees and slide my hands up his thighs. His voice is raspy when he speaks. “If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”
I peek at him through my lashes with a small smirk and lick a line up his shaft, which pulls a sexy moan from him. I take him into my mouth as far as I can without gagging and pull back, using my saliva to slick the path for my hands as I grip and stroke him firmly.
“Jesus Christ, Starling. I’m not gonna last,” he groans. “Fuck, Wren, pull off.” His hands fist in my hair, gently tugging as he holds off his orgasm.
Too bad I’m desperate for a taste.
I double down on my efforts and use both my hands and my mouth to bring him right to the edge, taking him in as far as possible when the first ropes of his release hit the back of my throat.
“Holy shit,” he chokes through another moan. That single masculine sound of pleasure has me dripping with need.
When I pull back, Rhodes stares like I might not be real. Hesitantly, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and pulls me in for a deep kiss.
It’s ridiculous to feel shy after what I just did, especially with him, but I do. I grip his outstretched hands and let him help me to my feet. The anxiety of what just happened builds in my chest, and I blurt out, “Want me to help you wash up?”
He looks confused but smiles anyway and guides me under the water with him. I douse a soft cloth with his body wash and glide my hands over his toned chest. As I work my way to his back he places a soft kiss on my forehead that nearly has me melting into a puddle on the shower floor.
“Where’s your head at, Starling?” His deep voice sends shivers down my spine despite the warm water that cascades over us. He pulls my chest flush to his soapy back, trapping my hands beneath his on his mouth-watering abs.
“Firmly planted on my shoulders, Roly-Coly-Oly.”
Rhodes’s laugh thrums through me, and the same thrum echoes between my legs, reminding me just how much I want my best friend.
“You going to tell me why you freaked out or do I have to massage it out of you?” He punctuates his words by turning around and moves his hands to my shoulders, massaging the tension from them.
I groan and cover my face in embarrassment. “I just…” I consider my words carefully, so he doesn’t think I’m rejecting him. With a sigh, I cup his face in my hands, stand on my toes, and give him a soft kiss. “I don’t want this to change our friendship, Rhodes. I feel like this could be really fun, and I trust you more than anyone, but what if we do this and it’s terrible? Or what if things get awkward when I go back to work in a few weeks?”
He’s silent for a minute until suddenly, he rolls his eyes and pulls me in for a hard kiss.
CHAPTER 14
RHODES
She clearly doesn’t realize she’s already ruined me for anybody else.