Decoupled • KTH ✔

Chapter 27

*three months later*

Maya

"Maya, why do you do this? You won't let me breathe in peace, will you?" Taehyung whines as he follows me while I step out of the shower and scuttle over to the kitchen with just a loosely wrapped towel around my body.

"If you don't like what you see, you can close your eyes, silly boy. I left my lotion in the fridge," I stick out my tongue at him, teasingly flipping my wet hair over my shoulder as I throw open the fridge door.

"Yeah, I don't like seeing the towel," Taehyung growls as he steps up from behind, his hands snaking around my waist and pulling me closer to him while he rubs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck, humming deeply.

The combined effects of the dew on my body and the gusts of cold air from inside the refrigerator are already making my skin bristle, and now, Taehyung's sensual touches, his velvety voice, and his breath against my skin are making my thighs clench in need.

This combination is lethal.

His hands slowly untie the towel around my body, and it drops to the floor just when his large, veiny hands very delicately cup my breasts, making my back arch and push my bottom against his arousal; my head thrown back against his shoulder.

"I'll help you," he whispers sensually as he shuts the fridge door with one hand while holding my body glued tight against him with his other hand, and then he twirls me around, abruptly crashing his lips on mine and taking my breath away.

I rub my leg against his legs as our tongues twirl together, and his taste fills me up; his moans making me desire him, completely ignoring the fact that we've already had each other a few times since he came here this morning.

Without breaking the kiss, Taehyung takes the bottle of lotion from my hand and places it somewhere before he lifts me off the floor and sits me down on the kitchen counter, breaking the lip-lock and taking a moment to strip himself off his boxers—the only piece of clothing that was concealing his excitement.

I rest my palms on the counter and watch him closely as he presses his palm down on the pump of the bottle a few times and collects a generous amount of lotion onto his other palm. Placing the bottle away from us, his hooded eyes lift to look at me while he rubs his hands together and spreads the creamy lotion between both his palms.

He places his large, lotion-slathered hands on my shoulders, slowly dragging them down my body, over the mounds of my breasts, along both sides of my waist, to the dip of my stomach where he teasingly traces my skin with the tip of his index finger, and then over the curve of my hips before he bends down and presses his lips to my stomach, kissing and licking around my bellybutton.

Taehyung then squeezes more lotion onto his hands and rubs both his hands down my thighs and legs, delicately kissing every inch of my skin as he holds my leg in his hand and makes his way down to my feet and slides his slippery fingers between my toes.

Feeling a wave of goosebumps spreading over my whole body, I make a bolder move and raise my leg to place the back of my knee on his shoulder, pulling him closer and making my request obvious without having to use my words.

Taehyung's tender kisses over my hip bone and down to my thigh, with his hands caressing my outer thighs feels as if my whole body is being tickled with a huge feather while being exposed to soft gusts of cold breeze at the same time.

"Maya, do you know that you're irresistible after a shower?" He mumbles against my skin, his lips flirting with my knees, the ends of his soft hair teasing my skin, and I could feel the wetness dripping from my core—something that happens to my body just upon hearing his sensual voice.