Page 128 of By His Vow
I don’t need to catch sight of the branding on the bottle of water next to me to know who this place belongs to.
I shake my head as the soft sound of water fills the room.
A shower.
Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I go in search of the man who brought me here.
My search takes me to an enormous walk-in before I find a half-open door.
As I close in on him, the sound of the shower gets louder.
It should be enough to stop me, but seeing as he must have carried me out of the car and then stripped me—again—I’m not feeling too worried about overstepping where privacy is concerned.
Pressing my hand to the door, I slowly push it open.
The bathroom is just as stunning as the bedroom with huge white marble tiles and gold accents, but it’s not the decoration that captures my attention. That is the god-like man standing under the rainfall shower.
He has his head tipped back, his eyes tightly closed. Every single muscle in his chest and stomach are tense, allowing the torrent of water to rush over the deep lines and ridges. One of his fists is curled tight by his side, exposing the thick veins that run down the length of his forearms but it’s where his other hand is that mesmerizes me.
All the air rushes from my lungs as I watch him stroke himself.
Holy shit, he’s…impressive.
His hand is pretty big. Every time he’s held mine, it’s totally engulfed my smaller one. But compared to his dick…
Holy freaking baby Jesus.
No wonder this man is the cockiest motherfucker I’ve ever met.
Heat surges through my body, the lingering desire from my dirty dream about this very fine man returning in full force.
Reaching out, I grasp the doorframe as my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.
He has no idea I’m here.
I should back away and leave him to his…self-care.
I’m about to do the right thing when he lets out the most erotic moan I’ve ever heard in my life.
Liquid lust pools between my thighs and my knees become weak all over again.
I’m not a huge porn watcher; I’ve indulged on occasion, but I mostly find it unfulfilling. But this…this is the most erotic, sexiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.
My grip on the doorframe tightens as his pace increases with every second that passes.
He strokes himself almost violently, his muscles pulling even tighter.
Another groan slips free as his release approaches.
My heart pounds and my body temperature is at melting point as I find myself along for the ride with him.
I’m pretty sure it would only take one light touch to my aching clit and I’d go off like a rocket.
Suddenly, his movements falter and I know he’s there, finding the ultimate pleasure while he thinks he’s alone.
I need to run.
In only seconds he’s going to open his eyes and find me standing here like a creep.