Free Too Consumed by Skyla Madi Page B

toys, I call them weapons of torture.”
    I feel my face scrunch up. “And Selena …she likes that sort of thing?”
    I watch as Seth opens the shower door and flicks on the water. When he steps back, his fingers curl around his shorts and he pushes them down his legs. My eyes flick over him, taking in every line, every shape and every shade. To be so perfect should be illegal and the punishment? Fifty tongue lashings to every perfect mound of muscle… what the hell is wrong with me? Reluctantly, I drag my eyes back to his face.
    “ I don’t know, I haven’t asked—personally, I don’t really care about their sex life. I am, however, extremely interested in ours.” His lips twitch. “Are you joining me or are you just going to keep pretending you’re not eye-fucking the shit out of me?”
    My mouth drops and an offended gust of air falls out. “I’m not eye-fucking you, I’m admiring your physique. You’re welcome.”
    He rolls his eyes and steps closer. I unintentionally hold my breath as his index finger hooks onto the collar of my tank top and he pulls me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I swallow hard as his rough hands slide under my shirt and up the contour of my body. I lift my hands to help him get the shirt off as the room quickly fills with steam.
    His rough hands skim across the skin along my waist and hook onto my bra. “The look but don’t touch rule doesn’t apply to us anymore.” He smiles.
    “So it seems.”
    I feel my bra loos en and my chest become heavier as my breasts support themselves. I pull my bra down my arms and drop it onto the floor as Seth’s fingers snake into my hair to release my locks from their tie. When he’s done, I slide my shorts down the length of my legs and step out of them. I look at Seth and his eyes darken. A hot flush rolls through me, igniting a fire underneath my skin. It pulsates and flares, burning relentlessly and refusing to settle. I don’t want it to stop and there’s only one thing that can stop the fire tearing through me and it’s right in front of me.
    Seth opens the shower door for me and I slip inside, immediately immersing myself in the hot stream. I step out of the way when Seth enters so he can have some water. I watch as he angles his head down, letting the streams crash into his head and shoulders and flowing down the length of his glorious body.
    “Can I have some soap?” he asks.
    I grab the bottle of body wash that sits on the top shelf and extend it to him. He doesn’t take it.
    “Put some in your hands.”
    Doing as he says, I squeeze a large amount into my hand and put the bottle back. Seth steps out of the water, his eyes still closed as small droplets run across his eyelids. Without another word, I reach out to him, coating his chest in a thin layer of soap. I can’t hear his heavy breathing under the crashing flow of water, but I can see his parted lips, and under my hands his chest moves in a slow, deep rhythm. I massage his large, wide chest with my finger tips before flattening my palm and moving lower towards his alluringly stomach. I catch the inside corner of my bottom lip between my teeth as I trace the shallow grooves between each muscle and my body grows warmer every second my skin lingers on his.
    “I’ve missed your hands …” he mutters as he slumps into himself, completely relaxing under my touch.
    My hands continue to roam him, trailing between bumps of muscle and up his long arms. I’m not sure how long I wash him for…minutes.
    Hours.
    Days.
    Who knows. What I do know though, is that I feel completely at peace here with him.
    Droplets of water slide over his mouth and glisten like crystals as they reflect the light. The drops pool together, continuing their journ ey down his chin, and meander over his throat, past his collarbones… I need to put my mouth on those collarbones .
    “Tell me, Olivia …” The way he speaks sends vibrations through my bloodstream and directly