Deep (Heavy Hearts Book 2), Sarah Duncan [people reading books TXT] 📗

He moves to step towards me when he sees my face, but I shake my head slowly, and he stops and sighs.

“Take your panties off. Let me see what’s underneath.” His voice is husky but firm.

I bite my lip and do as he says, sliding them down slowly. What Ayden doesn’t know is that I’m getting turned on right now. If he wasn’t so wrapped up in his head with concern for me, then he’d see the heat in my eyes. I desperately want to reach out to him, but I need to see this through for a little bit longer.

“Get in the shower and turn it on. Leave the door open.” Ayden demands, and I do as he says.

I don’t feel humiliated or violated right now like I did with Mike. With Ayden's heated gaze travelling over my body, I feel beautiful, desired, wanted. I let the water flow over me, warming my skin before I turn back to Ayden.

“Wash your hair.” He demands, and I obey. It’s hard to concentrate on the task at hand, though. Not when I can see the hardness behind his school pants. I do a pretty crappy job of washing my hair, anticipation adding to the desire building in me.

“Turn around and face the back wall,” Ayden growls, and I move slowly, making sure he can see my confidence before I turn. “Now, bend over and wash your legs. Slowly!”

Fuck. This hits home big time. Mike’s voice fills my head, and my breathing quickens.

I can do this. I can do this.

I will my legs to stop shaking as I take the bar of Ayden’s soap off the ledge and slowly bend. I remind myself that the eyes watching me this time are Ayden’s. They are ocean eye’s that own my soul. They are eye’s that drink me in and show me love.

I hear the moment Ayden gets a view of my most intimate part when I’ve bent fully, rubbing the soap over my ankles. His quick intake of air is followed by a moan. I feel like I’m about to spiral, my heart racing so fast that I fear it’s going to explode. The problem is, I can’t tell if it’s because I’m scared or excited. So, I test myself. It’s the only way I’m going to know. Taking another deep breath, I widen my stance, running the soap up the inside of my leg just past my knee. A lust-filled moan escapes Ayden, and pure need pulses between my legs.

Fuck yes! New memories!

“Stand up and turn around.” Ayden’s voice is gravelly. Husky. And damn if that’s not a turn-on of its own.

I obey once again, coming face to face with the guy I’m sure is an angel sent down to save me.

“Wash between your legs. Wash that sweet pussy for me.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I focus on Ayden’s voice. Mike said something similar, and I need to get his voice out of my head.

“Say the last part again,” I whisper loudly.

Ayden clears his throat, “Wash that sweet pussy for me.”

I open my eyes to meet his as I do as he asks and wash over my aching sex. Ayden’s breathing is as rapid as my own, and he moves to the fly of his pants and pulls down the zip.

“Drop the soap.” He demands. This is new. I wasn’t asked that last time, but that’s okay. I’m no longer there in that bathroom with my half-brother. I’m here inside Ayden’s shower, with his eyes watching my every move, so I do as he demands and drop the soap.

“Touch yourself.” He growls, so I do. I let my hands roam over my aching breasts, first one and then the other, before dragging my hand towards the place that is desperate to be touched. Desperate to be filled.

Ayden lets his pants and jocks fall to his ankles as he takes his hard length in his hand and pumps. “Show me how you like to be touched, Lexi.”

I comply, my fingers finding my nub and circling. A moan escapes, and I move my feet apart further as I seek more with my fingers.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Lex. Look at what you do to me.” He keeps pumping while he works to step out of his pants.

As my fingers work, my eyes dart from his pleasure pained face to his straining hardness that looks almost painful. I bite my bottom lip, moaning again, and then Ayden is in the shower with me, pinning me to the wall.

Moaning. Panting. Kissing. Water falling. These are the sounds that fill the room. I’m desperate to have Ayden inside me, but he has different ideas. My eyes widen when he drops to the floor of the shower and lifts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder. Then I forget to breathe.

His blue eyes meet mine as I look down and watch his tongue dart out to taste me between my legs, and I hold my breath, my hips surging forward, seeking more. My head tips back as Ayden kisses and laps at me in the most intimate way possible, and then he draws his head back.

“Look at me, Lexi.” He growls, and I immediately look back down at him. “Don’t take your eyes off mine. Keep them open, or I’ll stop.”

Exasperated, my mouth forms an O before I snap it shut when his mouth seeks out my heat once again. It’s hard. Really hard to keep my eyes open. It’s also incredibly intimate, having to keep my eyes on his while he builds the pleasure inside me. His blue eyes glow with satisfaction when he can tell how close I am to exploding, so he adds his fingers, sliding them inside, and I do what he set out to do. I explode, over and over and over.

I’ve barely recovered when my leg is dropped off Ayden’s shoulder, and I’m lifted against the wall. Before I’ve even locked my legs around him, Ayden surges inside, filling me. We both