“Damn, I’ve been going crazy without you, Snow,” he murmured, tracing the line of my jaw with his lips. “I never knew I could miss someone so much.”
“Same,” I admitted on a whisper, butterflies flapping in my stomach at the admission. I had faced down men twice my size in the ring without an ounce of fear, but this was something else entirely.
I pulled back just enough to tug his shirt over his head, smiling at the sight of his familiar tattoos. Some of them were only half-formed, since the skin that’d regrown from the healing potion Merrick had given him hadn’t replaced the ink that had once been imprinted on it. But it made the tattoos more beautifully striking, as far as I was concerned.
Too beautiful to just look at.
Shifting my hips, I rolled us over on the bed, straddling Trace and leaning down to run my tongue over the rough edges of ink that decorated his skin. The burns had been worst on his back, but there were patches of ink missing on his arms and pecs too.
He groaned, his chest vibrating beneath my lips as his fingers threaded through my hair. I could feel his cock pressing against my core, and I rocked against him.
How the hell had I ever thought I could resist this?
Trace’s hands move to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up. “Let me look at you, gorgeous. Let me see you.”
I sat up just enough to let him rid me of the garment, and he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside too. He cupped my breasts, the bright blue of his irises darkening with desire as he licked his lips.
Then he sat up, surprising me as he latched his lips around one of my nipples and sucked hard. I threw my head back on a loud moan and felt him chuckle.
A second later, we were off the bed as he surged to his feet, his hands cupping my ass and thighs to hold me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me across the room, his lips devouring the skin of my neck and shoulder.
Trace wasn’t as broad-shouldered as Lachlan, but he was solidly built. Pure, lean muscle. Holding me up with one hand, he used the other to open the door to the small, attached bathroom each dorm was equipped with.
He set me down once we were inside, his fingers finding their way to the button of my jeans.
Anticipation made my pussy clench, and I returned the favor, helping Trace out of his clothes until we both stood naked before each other.
He stepped back and opened the shower stall door, turning the water on. The hiss of the shower spray filled the small room, and he turned back to face me, a sinful grin tugging at one corner of his mouth as his heated gaze traveled up and down my body. “Fuck, Ari. I feel bad for every man in the world who doesn’t get to see this. Not that I’d ever fucking let them.”
I cocked an eyebrow, running my hands provocatively down my sides, over the swell of my hips, before bringing them toward my bare pussy. I slid one finger between my folds, and Trace’s cocky grin disappeared, replaced by a look of hunger.
“Except Merrick and Lach, right?” I teased, sliding my finger inside myself, teasing my entrance.
Trace dragged his gaze up from the spot where I played with myself, his voice thick and raspy.
“Except them.” Then he shook his head, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “But right now, Snow, I want you all to myself.”
Without another word, he strode toward me, hauling me into his arms. His cock was hard as steel and hot as a brand against my stomach as he kissed me hard and deep. I wrapped my legs around him again as he lifted me and carried me into the shower, stepping under the spray in the small, enclosed space.
The water only made my heated skin feel hotter, and steam was already beginning to float through the air around us. It caught Trace’s scent and brought it to my nostrils, and I inhaled greedily as if I were trying to take in his entire essence.
When Trace set me down again, my legs felt a little wobbly, and I reached out to brace myself against the shower walls. It was a good fucking thing I did, because the second my feet hit the floor, Trace dropped to his knees in front of me, burying his face in the apex of my thighs and lapping at my wet pussy like he’d been dying for a taste.
My fingers splayed against the wall as I threw my head back, my hips jerking as his hot, supple tongue played across my clit. I could feel my own wetness mixing with the water from the shower, and when he found my entrance with his fingers and pushed two thick digits inside, I let out a loud cry.
“So responsive.” His words were muttered against my pussy, so low I almost couldn’t hear them over the sound of the shower. “So fucking beautiful.”
My fingers slid through his dark, wet hair, holding his head just where I needed it as I writhed against his face. I wasn’t sure how the poor man was even breathing anymore, but he didn’t seem to have a single complaint as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked at my clit, making electric shocks of pleasure shoot through me.
“Trace,” I panted. “I’m gonna… oh, fuck, I’m gonna…”
“Yeah. Come for me, Snow. Come on my fucking face.”
The ravenous hunger in his words pushed me over the edge, and I did exactly what he’d commanded. I came like a freight train all over his face.
He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed onto my hips with both hands, holding me steady and helping me stay upright as he drank from me, his tongue and lips and teeth devouring me as my body quaked with the force of my orgasm. He lapped up every bit of my cream, dragging his tongue through my folds and dipping it inside my channel, feasting on me until my body sagged against him.
Still holding me firmly to keep me from sliding to the ground, he tilted his head. Water droplets made his dark lashes cling together, and his lips glistened with my arousal. His chin was wet with it.
“Sorry, Snow.” He chuckled. “I got a little distracted. What did you come to my room for?”
“That,” I murmured breathlessly, grinning back at him. “Exactly that.”
“Well, in that case…”
I caught the wicked gleam in his eye a second before he buried his face between my legs again, making my already sensitive clit throb as he lashed it with his tongue.
He made me come like that again before he finally surged to his feet and lifted me into his arms, pinning my back against the cool tiles of the shower wall as he drove into me with his cock, stretching and filling me.
We fucked until the water started to run cold and the steam faded around us, but I didn’t feel anything but heat as Trace buried his face in my neck, licking and sucking at my skin as he came inside me.
My muscles felt like jelly as we cleaned each other quickly, teasing and groping each other and ignoring the chill that was creeping into the water. Then Trace toweled me off—which I was pretty sure was just a thinly veiled excuse to grope me some more—and we returned to the bedroom, crawling beneath the covers on his bed and tangling our legs together as I rested my head on his chest.
“That was really what you came to my room for?” he asked, a smile in his voice as he stroked my wet hair.
“Well, that… and this.” I grinned tiredly, tracing the lines of his tattoos with one finger as I listened to his heartbeat. My tension had evaporated, and now I felt like I was floating in a hazy, sated daze.
“I’m glad you came,” he admitted.
“How was your break?”
“Eh.” I could feel him shrug beneath me. “My old manager tried to get me to do some promo for the band. They’re trying to spin this whole story about how an ex-member of the band has magic now, use it to generate some press for the tour that’s coming up. I told him to go fuck himself. He told me I was a liability when he first found out; now he wants to use me to sell tickets? Fuck that shit.”