the various chances

chapter fifty

Lily

My eyes peel open to the morning light shining from the slightly ajar window of my room. I lift my head off Jeremy's chest and admire his sleeping form. Shirtless with dark blue sweatpants making the ridged 'V' disappear down them, I lick my dry lips remembering him giving me head on the counter island of his kitchen. It was barely morning, the dirty thoughts and the urge to jump on Jeremy was fogging my brain.

He sighs and wraps his arms around my waist and speaks in the deep husky morning voice after opening his eyes, "Good Morning, love." The butterflies in my belly died from the override of the adrenaline rush early in the morning. I am repeating to myself again that the dirty things I want to do to him or want him to do to me were too much for this hour of morning but this man was too irresistible to begin with.

"Good Morning, handsome", I smile. He smiles, the dents in his cheeks deepen and there comes a chuckle. He brings his head up and pecks on my lips. We part and I watch him throw his head back on the pillow. I was feeling bold and bold enough to get this man do anything I wanted to do for me. Sitting upright I hook a leg over the other side of his trunk, straddling him. He frowns for a fraction of second but the confusion is replaced by mischief in his eyes. I palm my hands on his chest.

"Feeling bold, love?" he asks in a playful voice with a raised eyebrow. I nod, "Can you do something for me?" He smiles, "all you have to do is ask." I swear to God, my hormones were messing with me because I was in a desperate need of release and this man right here; my man was making me feel wired things, more specifically dirty things.

I bit on my lower lip, "Care to join me in shower?" There is a smirk on his face, "I'd be a fool to say no to this offer" –he says- "lead the way, your Highness." I smile, get off his body and sashay my way towards the closet, fish out towels and pair of clothes for us. With the things in my hand I turn around to see him sitting on the bed, stretching his arms and yawning. He stops, "See you in there", I say with a wink and laughing to myself make my way to the bathroom that was on the other side of the floor.

I walk in the bathroom, hang the necessities on the rack and make my way in the shower cubicle made of glass walls. I strip my clothes but leave my underwear on. Turning on the shower head I step in and let the hot water tingle my skin. A small moan slips past my lips and blood rushes to my skin. A few seconds later, the glass door slide open and in walks my man making my jaw drop to the floor. He was just in his boxers, no shit! He had discarded his sweatpants and was just in his boxer briefs.

Jeremy closes the door behind him and stalks to me with the smug look on his face and mischief in his eyes, like a predator about to play a little with his prey before he devours it. Oh Lord, have mercy on me! He stands in front of me, despite the hot water running from above us, his hot breath fans on my skin, "You wanted something?" he asks.

His hands find my waist and pull me closer. I palm my hands on his shoulder for support. "Kiss me", I say and it took him a breath to lean down and place his lips on mine. He takes in my lower lip and sucks on it. I was out of air but didn't pay much heed to it, my attention was on how his lips were torturing, sucking and pulling mine. He didn't press harder but it wasn't a soft touch either.

We pull apart, out of breaths. He presses his forehead to mine and asks, "You want more?" I look up to him; jut my chin out, "I want something more." He grins, it was so devilishly, no wonder he was devil's spawn.

"then strip", Jeremy says in a half demanding half commanding tone with the grin still intact. I bit on my lower lip, stopping myself from grinning back as to the naughty idea popping in my head. Sliding my hands up to the back of his neck, I say, "what do you want me to remove first?"