Free Overexposed: The Complete Boxset: A Virgin Meets a Bad Boy Romance by Rae Lynn Blaise

“Shower?”
    “Shower.”
    I grab my toiletry bag from my suitcase and we move to the bathroom. I turn toward Devon, and allow my eyes to soak in the hard length of his cock straining against the confines of his linen shorts.
    The sight of his arousal emboldens me, and I also stand. His smoldering eyes are fixed on me. As if they’re possessed by some outside force, my hands unzip my dress, the light fabric ghosting against my skin as the cool air sends a shiver down my spine. The chill hardens my nipples into sharp points. Devon’s shorts and tee-shirt quickly join the party. It’s shiver inducing to stand there soaking in the sight of each other’s half-naked bodies, our ragged breaths echoing against the tiles.
    “I want to fucking fuck you so hard and so thoroughly that you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” He says these things to scare me, but instead they thrill and enthrall. The worship his eyes pay to the voluptuous curves of my body speak the only truth I want to hear. I reach behind and unclasp my bra, dangling the lacy piece of cloth from my fingertips for a moment, before letting it fall into the pile of dress already on the floor. “Your turn.”
    In three long strides, I’m back in his arms. His warm mouth nestles against the curve of my neck, teeth nipping at the thin, sensitive skin and I’ve never experienced this delicious pure wanting of anyone so strongly before. “Are you willing to surrender to my control?” His voice vibrates through my chest, weakening my knees with overpowering desire. I’d agree to anything to feel the weight of his body against me, to feel him move between my legs, to have him deep inside me. I nod. “Not good enough, Sierra. I need to hear you say yes.”
    “Yes.” My voice is low and hungry to my ears. “Yes, I am yours.”
    Devon’s hands dig roughly into my ass, lifting me as if I were light as a feather. I almost pass out as his still clothed cock grinds against the flimsy fabric covering my aching mound. While still holding me securely against his chest, he steps into the shower and turns on the spray. The water is cool on my back, a stark difference to the heat bleeding into my skin from his chest.
    I tip my head back into the spray, loving the feeling of the water cascading over my hair combined with the firm grip of his hands on my ass. Devon lowers me and steps back to grab my bag, dipping his hand inside until he retrieves the shampoo, body wash, and loofah.
    He set them on the edge of the tub and kneels in front of me, laying scorching kisses against my stomach. His hands settle on my hips, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them free, his mouth and hands tracing a blazing path over my skin. When he stands, he strips out of his as well and throws them on the pile of our clothes.
    He grabs the shampoo and begins to massage my scalp until the suds are sliding down my soaked body, his strokes turning me into a totally relaxed pool of bliss. Next is the loofah and he takes his time, paying attention to every curve and dip of my body. I’ll never be able to take a shower again without remembering the smoldering sensation of his hands upon me.
    Instead of turning me around to wash my back, he pulls me into his chest, his straining cock sliding between my slippery folds. I can’t help but glide along the top of his dick, my pussy standing in place of my hand as I stroked his shaft, riding along the edge, pressing myself at just the right angle so that my clit thrums with the friction.
    Devon growls, every last ounce of his self-control shredding as he scoops me back into his arms and carries me back to the bedroom, dripping wet in more ways than one. “What are you fucking doing to me, you little wanton. I can’t even think straight anymore. All I’ve done all day is think about fucking you.”
    My hands slid down his back, grabbing his firm ass. “Promises, promises.”
    “I’m going to take you, and when you come it will be