Chapter 17

I woke up feeling groggy. The first thing to register was the fact that I was in a dark place and that dark place was my room. The second thing to register was the fact that I was laying partially on top of someone, someone very comfortable. Then my memories of the night before, couple hours? who knows, came back, and I felt the need to either bury myself alive or strangle the person next to me (I had a really good idea of who it was) so that I don't have to face them.

Good thing is, I was drunk so I could maybe get away with pretending not to remember. I need a shower. I'm still in my clothes from yesterday and they reek of sweat and alcohol. How did I manage to fall asleep with this on? Also why is he in my room? Granted I don't even remember how I got into the house because my memories stopped at him telling me we arrived here. I'm sure nothing happened between us cause I'm still in the same clothes. That is a problem for tomorrow or today whichever. I pushed away from him and made my way to the shower. The warm water was even more refreshing than I could've imagined and I lost track of how long I stayed under the steady stream. I startled when hands were placed upon my shoulders, having forgotten that I no longer live alone.

"Fuck. Don't you know how to knock?"

"I did."

"Let me be more specific. Knock and wait for an answer!"

"I did."

"Then why are you in here." I only now realized that 'in here' was the fucking shower and I'm naked. I shoved him out behind the curtains that weren't able to hide his obnoxious laugh.

"Well curse me for thinking something happened to you." I could almost see his eyeroll.

"What could happen to me in the shower?"

"For starters, I thought you were still drunk and drunk people fall. So..."

That had no business pulling at my heartstrings like it did. It may just be the first time someone genuinely cared to check if I was okay.

"I'm perfectly fine and as you observed, no longer drunk."

The curtain was pulled back again and he stepped into the shower, this time, he was shirtless. Shit, how did water get onto him. I allowed my eyes to trail a droplet, memorizing its path down his neck, over his right pec and yet still further, gliding smoothly over his abs and disappearing into the waistband of his, no my, sweatpants. I felt a cold surface on my back, realizing it is the tiled wall of the shower and he was not far in front of me. He moved while I was ensuring that droplet didn't get lost. I had somehow moved too.

His voice was a sultry whisper, "Like what you see, darling?"

"Where is your shirt?" I managed to get out without my voice trembling.

His eyes moved to mine, locking me in place, "You got them wet."

What?

"Me?"

"Yes. So I had to take them off. I hope you don't mind."

"Quite the opposite actually." I smirked, feeling myself coming back.

"Good to know that we're on the same page because I like what I'm seeing too." And now I once again realized that I was as naked as the day I was born but before I could open my mouth to protest, his breath was on my lips, foreheads pressed together and his arms bracing the wall on either side of me. Using the element of surprise, I pushed his arms down, kicking one of his feet out slightly and flipping us to the adjacent wall, pressing my body weight against him and locking our lips together. I smirked against his lips as I heard his surprised moan. He pulled away slightly to mutter a 'that was hot' before my lips were on his again. My left hand was on his neck, supporting his chin at an angle so that our mouths could dance this fiery dance of passion without interruption. He placed his left hand on my hip, the other moving up my sides to brush over my chest as he deepened the kiss. I've been waiting to do this since the night I saw him in the bar and nothing was going to stop me now. It was worth it. The kiss is electrifying, nothing like I've ever felt before and neither of us wanted it to end. My head was spinning from the lack of oxygen but I could die here a happy man. I had no plans on surfacing for air until he broke the kiss so that we could breathe. I latched my mouth onto his neck, sucking and biting, anything to hear the sounds he was making and he never disappointed, feeding my greed with every breathless noise. Slowly, I'm aware that he is walking us forward and when the back of my feet hit the bed, I let him throw us down on it, breaking away from his neck with a moan when his wandering hand brushed over my right nipple. He planted his lips on my neck, trailing kisses up, along my jawline and to that sensitive spot beneath my ears. I let him, basking in the sensation of pure bliss as his lips began trailing lower. They brushed over my left nipple, his hands ensuring that the other wasn't left out and switching after a few minutes before continuing lower. Lower. The anticipation of where his mouth was going was almost enough to make me explode. And finally, his lips were where I needed them most.

"Fuck" I couldn't stop my hips from snapping upwards upon contact, but it seemed he had other plans, his hands moving to hold my hips steady to the bed while his mouth fully enveloped my hardness.

"Ahhhh fuuuuuuuck!"