Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

HEJUN

May was mine. I would never be able to let her go now. Never. But I couldn't keep her against her will either. How could I make her want to stay? She needed to stay. My hands shook with how much I needed her.

"Hejun?" she said, placing her hand against my cheek and forcing me to look at her.

The sight of her shining eyes, flushed cheeks, and glistening lips twisted up my insides. I couldn't look away from her mouth. Her pretty, loving mouth. I needed to taste her like she'd tasted me.

"Am I allowed to kiss you?" I asked, meeting her gaze.

She smiled softly. "Sure. Let me?—"

I didn't wait for her to finish but pressed my lips to hers. I could taste myself, and it only made me hungrier for the woman who had shown me pleasure beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

Her small hands kneaded my shoulders as she kissed me back. I deepened the kiss, my tongue stroking hers greedily. When she pulled away, breathless, I kissed her chin and her nose.

"Will you undress for me now?" I asked, desperate for more of her.

"Would you mind if I used your shower first?" she asked.

I had her up in my arms a second later.

She grinned at me and feathered her fingers over my chin. "Does this mean you're going to help me shower?"

"Yes," I said, setting her on the counter.

I claimed her lips for another lingering kiss. When I pulled back, I helped her remove her shirt. Her limbs were pale and soft. I kissed her shoulder and worked my way to her neck.

"This sure is nice," she breathed.

It was the encouragement I needed to reach for her bra. She helped me remove it without damage then watched me as I studied her breasts. They were full and heavy, drooping slightly as if asking for my help to hold them up. I palmed one, lifting it gently, then the other.

I'd heard many stories from my brothers about breasts. How sensitive they are. How to touch them in ways that females liked most. All of that information escaped me, though, as I simply held their tempting softness.

"I like the way you touch me," May said. "You're so gentle despite your strength."

Her words reminded me of Tor's warning about "kneading" and how to do it in a way that felt good. Entranced, I squeezed her breasts gently, kneading them as Tor had explained.

May's lips parted, and she leaned into my touch. Encouraged, I changed to a caress until her nipples started to harden. It was the sign I'd been waiting for to taste them.

Leaning forward, I took a nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.

May's fingers dug into my hair and pressed against my scalp.

"That's so good," she said. "Just like that."

I heard the way her voice had changed, growing softer and deeper, and moved to kiss her mouth again before pulling back.

"Do you want help removing the rest of your clothes?" I asked, barely restraining myself. I wanted to rip her leggings from her body and bury my face between her thighs. I wanted to taste her for days without stopping. My cock throbbed in agreement, and she glanced at it.

"Not yet."

Smiling, she hopped off the counter and gave me a single, teasing stroke before tugging her leggings down.

"Would you mind turning the water on for me?" she asked as she hooked her fingers into her underwear.

I turned away and palmed myself as I started the shower.

Her arms circled around me, and she gripped me from behind. The feel of her bare front pressed against my back sent a shiver of need through me. But it wasn't the need for release. No, I wanted this—her—forever. Touches. Conversation. Smiles. Her simply beside me.

I exhaled softly and let myself enjoy the feel of her small hand gliding along my shaft for another moment before carefully extracting myself and turning toward her.

"The water is warm. Can I help wash you?"

"You want to wash me?" she asked with a slow smile.

I nodded.

"I think I'd like that."

We both entered the shower, and I watched her step under the spray and wet her hair. Eyes closed, she slowly turned a circle. I knew it was for the water, but I pretended it was for me so I could look at her.

May was beautiful. Softly rounded hips, heavy breasts, and skin unmarked by any scars. I ran my hand over my forearm, feeling mine and wondering what she thought when she saw me.

Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance between us and reached around her to run my fingers through her hair. She leaned against my chest and made a pleased sound. Neither of us spoke as I washed and rinsed her hair. And when she continued to keep her eyes closed, I started washing the rest of her.

The slippery feel of her breasts teased my palm. Even after I moved lower, I couldn't stop looking at them. My mouth watered with the need to taste them again.

Until my palm skimmed over her hip, and she widened her stance.

My gaze locked onto the small tuft of hair between her legs, and I forgot all about her tempting breasts.

I knelt before her, set the soap aside, and ran my fingers over her folds. Her hands settled on my shoulders. To stop me? To pull me closer? I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head slightly tipped back. Her pulse thundered in her throat.

Keeping my touch light, I continued to caress and explore her while watching for any sign of distress.

A pink flush crept across her chest, drawing my gaze to her pretty breasts again even as my fingers found that small little nub in her folds that my brothers said could be the biggest source of a woman's pleasure.

Using the tip of my finger, I traced a path around it again and again and was rewarded with May's fingers twitching against my shoulders.

The scent of her arousal flooded the small shower space, and I breathed it in with a growing hunger.