That sexy smile broke out on his face. “Do you think now is the best time to sneak looks?”
I opened my mouth and then closed it. My gaze fell on his chest—sculpted and chiseled. I wanted his body all over me. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Any night. Or even in the day. Whenever it was possible.
Okay. What was I doing again? Oh yeah. Taking off bloody clothes so I wouldn’t go to jail. Don’t forget what’s going on, Ebony.
Clearing my throat, I put my hands to my back and unsnapped the bra.
He didn’t turn around. His playful expression shifted to desire.
“What happened to turning around?” I slipped off my bra, dropped it to the ground, and covered my breasts with my arms.
“It’s only fair. It you got a chance to look, then I do too.”
“Oh really?” I bit my lip.
The word came out in a groan. “Yes, Ebony.”
I dropped my hands and grabbed my panties.
He took in my breasts and grunted.
My body shivered from the breeze or maybe it was Yoshiro’s attention. I took off my panties and dropped them on the ground.
I shouldn’t have, but I glanced down at his hands. He was having an even harder time hiding it. His cock was hardening right before my eyes.
“We should shower.”
“Yeah.” I hurried around him. It was insane that out of all the moments tonight, this was when I was the most nervous. My ass jiggled as I rushed to the front door and opened it.
“Damn,” Yoshiro muttered behind me.
We both got inside right as the door slammed.
Warm air slipped over my exposed skin.
He didn’t head to any of the bathrooms. Instead, he gazed at me with intensity. “Will you need any help?”
I hugged my bare breasts. “In the shower?”
“Yes.” Lust blazed in his eyes. “I really want to make sure all evidence is gone. Wash your back. . .or anything else.”
My body warmed, more from his voice than the heat in the air. After the craziness of tonight—of this year—I deserved his help. And just like when I’d decided to feel no guilt for killing Wyatt, I would fear no consequences form these next moments.
I swallowed and gazed into his eyes. “Yes. Could you shower with me?”
Chapter 26
Wet and Wild
Yoshiro
Ebony’s body had been carved by the universe. So erotic and heavenly at the same time, it enticed me.
Outside, she’d dropped to her arms to the side. What else could I do but drank in the sensational sight of her—silky brown skin, electrifying expressive brown eyes, lush round breasts, and curvy hips.
I would be her slave, if she let me taste. Touch. I would dedicate my entire existence to her, if she let me kiss between those thighs. Already, an invisible chain tightened around my neck and extended to her hand. She could drag me around the Earth, and I wouldn’t complain.
When I followed her up to the shower, I moved in a daze. Completely hypnotized. Every turn of her head. Every swing of her dreadlocks. Every sway of her hips had me mesmerized.
If I don’t fuck her tonight, then my balls are going to explode. There’s only so much a man can deal with, before imploding into himself.
In the shower, I stood with a rock hard cock, losing my mind as I held Ebony’s wet body close to me. Lust twisted in my core.
Earlier, we’d kept the lights off. I’d lit some candles. She’d laughed, when I did, knowing exactly what was on my mind.
Steam rose around my legs. Hot water streamed on both of us. We’d soaped our bodies off at first and cleaned the blood away. When she stared at the floor and watched red liquid disappear into the drain, she turned my way and wrapped her arms around my waist. Surely, my cock pushed at her stomach. The minute she touched me, greed took over and all I craved was to devour every bit of her.
If she had a problem with it, she never said.
I had no idea of her mental state. She’d done a lot this evening, coming to my rescue, murdering Wyatt, and then helping me get rid of the evidence.
She soldered through it all.
I still can’t believe she helped me cut him. She’s a fucking, boss.
For me, it was the greatest moment of my life. Never had I shared killing with anyone. We may not have known each other for very long, but we understood each other’s pain as well as our souls. The breathing and expanding spirits moving within our skin, flowing through our blood.
And now we understood the madness that existed in our brains. Because surely we’d gone mad from killing Wyatt. Surely, it could consume our minds like a virus, if we let it. If we didn’t depend on each other to heal.
I ran my fingers through her wet dreadlocks, loving that I could. “Ebony, are you okay?”