Kye's Heart by Marisa Chenery Page A

was how they were wired.
    After taking two towels from the shelf on the wall and putting them on the counter of the vanity, Kye turned back around to find Michaela already stripping out of her clothes. God, she was gorgeous. He’d never get sick of looking at her. Once she was down to her bra and panties, he brushed her hands away to remove the last articles of clothing himself.
    He kissed her leisurely before he nibbled a path down the side of her neck. All the while, he worked on unhooking her bra. “Have I told you how much your body turns me on?” he asked against her skin.
    Michaela chuckled, the sound low and husky. “Maybe a few times last night, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”
    “Good, because I’ll probably say it a lot, especially when I have you almost naked in my arms like this.”
    Kye straightened and skimmed Michaela’s bra straps down her arms and then off. His gaze latched onto her more than a handful breasts with their taut, rosy nipples. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, loving the feel of his mate’s fingers sinking into his hair to hold him exactly where she wanted him.
    Switching to the other breast, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down until they fell to pool at her feet. Michaela stepped out of them and kicked the silky material away.
    Once he had her moaning, Kye released her nipple, straightening to his full height. Michaela’s cheeks were already blushed with arousal and her eyes were heavy-looking. “I’ll turn on the water to get it warm,” he said.
    He turned his back to her, pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and placed it on the counter near the towels. He then opened the door of the glass enclosed shower. He stepped inside and turned the single knob on the faucet. Kye fiddled with it until the water was the correct temperature. Before he faced in the other direction to step out, Michaela’s arms came around him from behind. Her hands skimmed down his abs to the top of his jeans.
    “I figured since you’re already in here, and you’ll probably want to change your jeans anyway, I’d just take them off for you now,” she said while pressing kisses to his back.
    Kye sucked in a breath when she opened his pants and reached inside for his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and stroked up and down his shaft. While she worked him, her other hand shoved down the back of his jeans and grabbed his ass. A low growl rumbled out of him.
    She continued to fondle him until he rocked his hips forward in time with her strokes, pushing himself harder into her hand. He groaned, growing even harder. Michaela released him and tugged at his jeans, which were now soaking wet. It took her a couple of tries, since at first the material wouldn’t cooperate. With a flick of his foot, he kicked the garment in the corner. Michaela once again took hold of his cock. He let her pump it a few times before he pulled her hand away.
    “Not that what you’re doing doesn’t feel good, because it does, but I think we’d better get to the washing first before I want to skip it entirely,” he said.
    Michaela’s arms slipped from around him and she shifted to stand at his front. “Oh, I don’t want that to happen. You’re not going to deprive me of getting to soap up that hard body of yours.”
    After taking hold of his arms, she turned him around so he was directly under the spray of warm water. She released him and grabbed the bottle of shampoo that sat on a recessed corner shelf. Kye wet his hair before slicking it back. Michaela motioned for him to lean down, then proceeded to wash and condition it. He did the same for her, relishing the feel of running his fingers through her silky locks.
    He would’ve reached for the soap first, but Michaela beat him to it. She shook her finger at him while a playful grin spread across her face. Kye watched her hold the bar under the water before she worked up a lather.
    Michaela’s soapy hands glided along