Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)(79)

Okay. This is wildly hot, talking him through it.

I take another step. “How often do you say my name while getting yourself off?”

“A disturbing amount.”

Another step. “And what exactly do you think about?”

His jaw clenches, his stomach contracts. “Everything. How good it felt to be inside you. How well you used to suck me off. How pretty you looked on your knees with my cock down your throat.”

I remember the first time. I didn’t know what I was doing, but he taught me what he liked once he figured it out too. I was nervous, but he took it slow even though he was ready to come the moment I wrapped my mouth around him. It was fun learning together. Teaching each other.

My bottom lip slips between my teeth at the memory.

“Holy shit,” he pants. “Biting your lip like that. You’re thinking of it too.”

I quickly nod. “I can tell you’re close to coming. I remember exactly what you used to look like when you were close.”

“I’m so fucking close, baby. Please keep talking. Please keep looking at me.”

His strokes are short and quick, and his eyes never leave me.

I step closer to the glass enclosure. “I really want you to come.”

“Yeah?”

God, that one strained and breathy word sets me on fire. My entire body is lit up and I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. Shifting on my feet, I confirm this when I feel how slick I am between my thighs.

“Are you still thinking about me?”

“I’m always thinking about you, Hallie.”

An unpermitted whimper escapes my throat at that admission.

“Fuck me. Those noises.” He moans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard before giving himself one long stroke. His stomach bunches, showing off each and every one of his abs. His head falls back, but his eyes stay on me for as long as they can before they’re forced shut from his orgasm.

He paints the shower wall in front of him as he comes, jerking and trembling. The rumble in his throat pulses through my own body, and eventually his hand slows, pulling out every last drop while he rocks his hips, chasing the high until he finishes.

I’m mesmerized. Standing and staring as the water rolls off him and rinses the wall, washing it all down the drain.

I’m also very turned on.

It’s nice to know that after all these years, I still have that effect on him. I can still make him come, and I didn’t even touch him myself.

Arms crossed on the wall, Rio leans his forehead on them, catching his breath before he laughs to himself. “Fuck, Hal. That was hot.”

I swallow, wetting my parched mouth. “You owe me one.”

“Mmm.” That smile lifts and that sinister tilt sends a pulse straight to my core. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Rio stands tall under the shower spray, letting it clean him off. He really is all man now. Hair on his chest, his legs, and trimmed by his cock. His still hard cock that’s jutting out proudly as he showers.

He lathers himself with soap, continuing as if I’m not standing here gawking at him and didn’t just help him orgasm.

“You’re welcome to join,” he teases. “But you know the rules. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re not very fun.”

“I don’t know.” He directs that grin at me. “Personally, I just had a blast.”

I should go before I do something stupid like climb into that shower fully clothed and beg him for an orgasm.

Without giving him a second glance, I rush out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and back to the kitchen. And when I return to the samples on the island, I continue to work as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

I play with different combinations. A ceramic tile in a simple shape versus a handmade clay option with perfect imperfections. Aged brass hardware compared to a classic black. Countertops with heavy veining or a more minimalistic option.

And none of that does anything to keep my mind off what just happened.

Does he always think of me while getting himself off? Did he always sound like that? Because I swear to God, that whimper-moan combination is going to be playing in my head on a loop when I go home, lie on my bed, and slip my hand between my legs.

I couldn’t care less about picking out finishes for his kitchen right now, and that becomes obvious when twenty minutes later, Rio finds me while wearing a perfectly fitted suit with his suitcase in tow, and I still haven’t made one single decision.

He sets two tiles on the counter to join the others. The same ones I left upstairs on his bed. “Well, I feel better now, don’t you?”

“Get fucked.”

He chuckles, hand sliding against my lower back before he hides his face in the crook of my neck and plants a kiss there. “I just did. Thanks for the assist.”

I playfully push him away. “You’re mean.”

“Why?” He scoops me by the waist, bringing my chest flush with his. “Did you get turned on watching me?”

“You know I did.”

There’s that sly smile again. “Like you said, I owe you one. Give me a call later if you need me to walk you through it.”

“Your rules are all over the place. So, phone sex is on the table?”