JAY- JAY POV
I woke up to Keifer kissing my bare back and shoulder, his lips warm against my skin.
"Morning, beautiful," he whispered.
I opened my eyes slowly, still shy from the closeness. "Morning," I murmured.
He smirked, circling lazy circles around my waist. "You know, I could get used to this."
I turned my head slightly, curious. "Used to what?"
His grin widened. "You wake up naked next to me."
I buried my face in the pillow, my cheeks burning. "Keifer…" I whispered, half‑scolding, half‑flustered.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "What? I'm just telling the truth."
"Get up, it's already nine o'clock," Keifer said.
"Fine," I muttered, dragging myself out of bed. I wrapped the blanket around me and headed toward the bathroom.
But before I could close the door, Keifer followed.
I raised a brow. "And where do you think you're going?"
He leaned against the frame, smirking. "I want to shower with you."
I sighed, half amused, half exasperated. "Keifer…"
He clasped his hands together dramatically. "Please, please, Jay."
I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my lips betrayed me with a smile. "Fine."
Than he kissed me
His lips were warm and insistent, a stark contrast to the cool morning air on my exposed skin.
The kiss wasn't soft or hesitant;
it was a claim, a deep, possessive press that stole the air from my lungs and made my knees feel weak.
My clutch on the blanket corner loosened as my body responded, a soft sigh escaping into his mouth.
One of his hands came up to cup the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me while the other slid down my spine, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
When he finally pulled back, just enough for us to breathe, his eyes were dark and intense, all traces of his earlier teasing gone, replaced by a raw hunger that made my stomach clench.
"See?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Much better."
Without another word, he scooped me up, blanket and all, and carried me the few steps into the bathroom.
I let out a small yelp of surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kicked the door closed behind us.
He set me down gently on the bathmat, his gaze never leaving mine as he turned on the shower.
The sound of the spray filled the small room, steam already beginning to curl around us.
He reached past me, his arm brushing mine as he adjusted the temperature, then turned back.
His eyes roamed over me, a slow, appreciative sweep that made me feel both exposed and cherished.
He hooked a finger under the edge of the blanket I was still clutching to my chest. "Let's get rid of this, shall we?" he said, his voice soft but firm.
It wasn't really a question.
With a single, deliberate tug, he pulled the blanket away, letting it pool at our feet.
My first instinct was to cover myself, but the look in his eyes stopped me.
It was pure, unadulterated desire, and it made a boldness surge through me.
I stood my ground, letting him look.
He stepped closer, his hands finding my waist and pulling me against him.
The hard planes of his chest were a delicious pressure against my breasts.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, just before he guided me under the hot spray of the water.
The heat was a shock, but a welcome one, cascading over my body and chasing away the last of my morning shyness.
He followed me in, his body a solid, warm presence behind me.
As the water turned steamy, Keifer's hands began to explore my body with deliberate slowness, his touch alternating between gentle and demanding, until he pinned me against the wet tiles, his lips trailing down my neck, whispering dark promises that left me breathless and aching for more.
My head fell back against the cool tiles, a stark, thrilling contrast to the scalding water pounding down on us.
Every nerve ending was alive, hypersensitive to his touch.
His hands weren't idle;
one gripped my hip, holding me in place, while the other slid up my ribs, his thumb brushing against the side of my breast.
The promise in his whispered words was a tangible thing, a dark heat that coiled low in my belly.
"Keifer," I breathed, his name a plea and a surrender all at once.
He answered me not with words, but with action.
His mouth left the sensitive skin of my neck, blazing a path downward.
He nipped at my collarbone, then soothed the small sting with his tongue.
His hand finally closed over my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, which pebbled instantly under his touch.
A soft gasp escaped me, my hands lifting to tangle in his wet hair, holding him to me.
He chuckled, a low, wicked sound that vibrated against my skin.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against my sternum.
He didn't wait for an answer, already knowing it.
He shifted, his knee nudging between my thighs, parting them.
The new position sent a fresh wave of desire through me, making me feel open, vulnerable, and utterly his.
His mouth continued its descent, tracing the curve of my breast before his lips closed around my other nipple.
The dual sensation of his hand and his mouth was overwhelming, a perfect, exquisite torment. My hips moved of their own accord, rocking against the hard muscle of his thigh, seeking a friction I desperately needed.
The water streamed over us, making every glide of his skin against mine slick and effortless.
"Please," I whimpered, the word barely audible over the sound of the shower. I wasn't even sure what I was begging for—more, less, for this to never end.
He lifted his head, his eyes locking with mine.
They were like a stormy sea, dark and deep and filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.
"Please what, Jay?" he asked, his voice rough. "Tell me what you want."
He wanted me to say it.
To voice the raw, needy ache that was consuming me.
My cheeks flushed, but the embarrassment was quickly burned away by the fire in his gaze.
I was past shy.
I was past hesitation.
"You," I said, my voice stronger than I expected. "I want all of you, Keifer. Now."
A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face.
"As you wish," he growled, and then his mouth was on mine again, fierce and demanding, as he finally gave me exactly what I was asking for.
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me into the tiles, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside me.
The sensation was a blinding, white-hot pleasure that stole my breath, a perfect, fulfilling ache that made me cry out his name.
There was no more teasing, no more promises.
There was only the driving rhythm of his body, the heat of the water, and the overwhelming, all-consuming feeling of being completely and utterly his.
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