Wicked: The Complete Series

by Lily Graison

  She heard him sigh as she started cleaning up the few dishes that had accumulated in the sink. She glanced over at him and sighed. He was reading the bottle. Why couldn't he just do as told?

  “It says to wash the infected area first,” Devin said, still reading. “So see, you have to bathe me.”

  Holly chuckled and shook her head. “I'm not bathing you, Devin. No matter how much you whine.”

  “Ah, come on, precious. I promise you'll enjoy it.”

  “You, are a pervert,” Holly laughed. “Now put that on. I'll be back in a few minutes.”

  Devin chuckled when she walked to the door and went outside. He knew she wouldn't bathe him, but the red tint her cheeks took on every time he mentioned it was enough for him to keep asking. Not that he would mind her actually taking him up on his offer.

  The thoughts of her naked and squirming underneath him caused his cock to twitch. He hoped to rectify that problem very soon.

  Of course, she was only here for two weeks. It had been three days already. He needed to act fast. His window of opportunity was dwindling with each passing second. She wasn’t leaving this cabin until he found out if she were as delicious as she looked.

  A year was a long time to be celibate and Holly was just what he needed to rectify that.

  ****

  Holly walked to the hot spring to retrieve Devin's boots and her mind was swirling with thoughts of that bath he kept claiming he needed. Was he serious? Did he honestly think she would bathe him?

  Of course he did.

  The thought wasn’t completely unpleasant, though. It actually made her stomach tingle and her pulse quicken. He was pretty enough to look at. His manners left a lot to be desired but she had to admit, if only to herself, his sarcastic attitude turned her on a little bit.

  She tried not to think of the fact that he was a very famous, very gorgeous, rock star, but how could she not? How often did you get a chance to meet one of the pretty people, let alone see them naked?

  Or have them fuck you blind?

  She shivered at the thought. She’d never admit to wanting him. His ego was big enough without letting him know she thought he was a mouth-watering treat. It was easier that way.

  Could she honestly have sex with him?

  Where was the harm in it? she thought. It would certainly be a story she would enjoy sharing. My Night with a Rock Star. That was an erotic tale in the making if she’d ever heard one. She laughed to herself before shaking her head.

  Could she really allow something to happen between them? Did she really want it to? She grinned when she practically screamed yes to her unspoken question.

  Seeing his clothes where he’d dropped them, Holly bent over and picked the clunky black leather boots up before reaching for his shirt. The thin black material felt smooth in her fingers and before she even realized what she was doing, she raised the shirt to her face and inhaled deeply.

  A smile bloomed across her face as Devin's scent surrounded her. She stopped herself from sighing. “You are pathetic,” she said before laughing at her own actions. “I'm sure Devin would just love to know you were out here sniffing his shirt like some sex-crazed groupie.”

  Turning and making her way back to the cabin, one question kept popping into her head. Would it make me a bad person to have an affair with a rock star?

  A smile lit up her face as she quickened her pace.

  ****

  “It’s about damn time,” Devin said. “Help me put this on.”

  Holly held back a smile as she entered the cabin and heard Devin's request. “Your arm broke?” she asked, raising one eyebrow as she looked at him.

  “No,” Devin grinned. “I just know how bad you want to get your hands on me.”

  Holly rolled her eyes and dropped his boots and shirt to the floor. “You are completely full of yourself, you know that?”

  “You could be completely full of me too. Just say the word, kitten.”

  She looked away when Devin grinned and rolled his tongue up under his teeth.

  Roxy had spent an entire hour discussing the things that tongue could probably reach and Holly felt her face flame as she remembered the conversation.

  “Come on, princess,” Devin prodded.

  “I'm not at your beck and call, Devin. This is my cabin and I do as I please.”

  He smiled at her when she walked to the kitchen. “But I can't reach my back.”

  Holly sighed before turning to look at him. He was giving her puppy dog eyes and was he pouting? Oh, pouty lip. Snapping out of her musings, Holly sighed dramatically for effect before rolling her eyes. “You're going to owe me big time for this.”

  “Anything you want, gorgeous,” Devin said before raking his eyes over her form.

  There it was again. An open invitation. Was he serious? Hello, horny male. Of course he is. You could be a nun and he'd want it.

  Taking a deep breath, she tried to clear all the naughty thoughts of Devin from her mind.

  She walked to the couch and took the bottle of lotion from him. “Turn around.” A wide smile curved his lips and she held back a smile as she removed the cap from the bottle. Squeezing out a small amount of the lotion, Holly took a deep breath before looking at his back.

  It was perfect.

  “There's nothing on your back, Devin.”

  “Sure there is.”

  “Uh, no there's not,” Holly told him as she looked at his perfect skin. “Not one little blemish.”

  “Well it itches like crazy,” Devin said, reaching around and gave what he could reach a scratch.

  He probably needs a bath.

  She recapped the bottle and tossed it on the couch. “Well, there's no rash,” she told him as she turned and walked back to the kitchen to wash her hands. She heard him sigh as she turned the water on and she spared him a glance. He was still scratching and at this rate, he'd have some nasty infection by nightfall.

  Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her breathing. Could she really help him bathe? If you were dirty and miserable, you’d want help, wouldn’t you?

  Opening her eyes, she turned the water off and dried her hands. “Fine,” she said, “but I swear, if you try anything funny, I’ll drown you where you stand.”

  His eyes lit up before he smiled.

  “And you’ll bathe with your pants on.”

  “What? How am I supposed to get clean like that?”

  “You’re not itching anywhere but where you were lying in the grass, and you had your pants on, so they stay. Take it or leave it.”

  ****

  This is the worst idea in history.

  Holly tried not to look at Devin as she adjusted the water temperature. He was leaning against the wall, watching her. Her heart felt ready to burst from her chest any minute and a lump had formed in her throat. What in the world was she doing!

  Turning her head, she locked eyes with him. Her cheeks burned hot instantly.

  His arms were crossed over his chest. That irritating smirk was firmly planted on his face and he looked like the cat that ate the canary. He’d won. Just like that. He’d won.

  Holly almost growled in frustration but looked away instead. She tested the water again and busied herself removing her shoes and socks. She’d have to get in with him at some point.

  Inhaling deeply, she turned to him, and crossed the room. She avoided his eyes, wrapping her arm around his waist, and helping him to the shower.

  It took careful maneuvering to get him over the lip of the shower and not have him face down in the water. Who knew one sprained ankle could cause so much trouble?

  He stumbled, grabbed for the wall with his free hand, and dragged her under the water with the other.

  She yelled while spitting and sputtering. “Devin!”

  “It was an accident.”

  She looked up at him, pushing her wet hair out of her face. She could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn’t. When he smiled, she wanted to drown him.

  Snatching t
he soap from the shelf, Holly held it out to him.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Wash. That’s why we’re here.”

  “And I’m suppose to do that with one hand, how?”

  Holly grinned. “I’m sure you’re used to using one hand for many activities. This is no different.”

  He laughed and took the soap. “Are you going to watch?” he asked, turning the bar in his palm a few times while holding it under the spray of water. “I’m not particular in my kinks.”

  “Obviously,” she said, biting her cheek. She busied herself looking at anything but him or how the water ran over his back. It ran in small rivers across his shoulders, cascading down his spine and disappearing into the fabric of his jeans. What she wouldn’t give to see what those blasted pants hid again.

  She shook her head, steering that train of thought away. No need to go there. Especially now.

  Hearing him say her name, she turned her head to him.

  “Care to get my back? Or am I supposed to do that myself too?”

  She wanted to say yes just to save her the embarrassment, but knew she couldn’t. Even she couldn’t get her back without difficulty and that was with both feet planted on the floor. He was bracing all his weight on one foot. He’d fall for sure.

  Taking the soap, she pushed his shoulder, trying to get him to turn around. There was no way she could do this with him looking. When he faced the shower wall, she took a deep breath and raised her hand.

  The soap glided across his skin, leaving a trail of bubbles in its wake. His skin was smooth and tanned to a warm golden bronze. Her other hand rose without much thought, her fingers working over his back in slow, measured movements.

  He dropped his head, palms flat on the wall in front of him. The water ran over his neck and down his back, washing the soapsuds away.

  Holly continued her pursuit, her gaze drinking him in while her hands rounded over every contour. He was warm, his skin soft, and every muscle she felt firm and tight.

  She bit her lip, mesmerized, watching her hands manipulate his flesh. He suddenly straightened and turned his body, putting his back to the wall.

  He locked eyes with her. There was so much heat in his gaze, it made things low in her belly tighten.

  He reached out, grabbing her arm just above the elbow and pulled her forward.

  Her pulse quickened when he guided her arm to his stomach, moving her hand in slow, long circles over his flesh. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and watched his face as he stared at her.

  “Touch me, Holly.”

  His voice was soft, a barely there whisper over the sound of the water. His lips were parted, his tongue escaping to moisten them when she moved her hand.

  He shuddered a breath when she did. The look on his face was her undoing. She was barely touching him but she felt the way his body trembled under her slight touch.

  She knew where this would lead. He’d been hinting at it for days now. Is it what she wanted? Really?

  “You’re thinking too much,” he said.

  Holly took a deep breath and looked at all the delicious flesh under her hand. This was Devin Shaw. A man hundreds of women would give anything to have and here he was, standing naked from the waist up asking her to touch him.

  She closed her eyes, trying to think, and felt him move closer. The hand on her arm moved, trailing over her shoulder to cup the side of her neck. His breath tickled her cheek and she drowned in his scent.

  “I want you, Holly. Don’t think about it.”

  She looked up at him then. He was so close. One simple tilt of her head and she’d be able to taste him. She’d be a fool not to take what he offered. Lord knew she wanted him. Who didn’t?

  She’d never thrown her reservation away so quickly before but the look on his face melted her to the core. This man wanted her. Even if it was just sex, he still wanted her. Devin Shaw wanted her.

  A small move of her hand and there was nothing left but him, the way his flesh felt under her palm. She took her time memorizing each curve and plateau. Each small dip and ripple.

  His chest rose quickly under her palms. His nipples hardened by her touch. She swallowed the lump in her throat when she looked down the length of his body. He was hard, the material of his jeans straining against the erection he sported.

  Holly felt dizzy, looking up at him through her lashes. His lips were parted, his eyes, she noticed, were the brightest green she’d ever seen. She stared up at him, her hands still gliding over his skin as he lowered his head.

  She closed her eyes when he leaned down. She could feel his breath tickle her lips and she licked them on instinct. His fingers slid across her neck, making a slow path across her flesh before he cupped her cheek in his hand.

  His lips still hovered above hers and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was so close, their bodies almost touching, and she craved his touch. She felt it in every nerve ending. They were screaming for it. Her pussy ached and her muscles trembled with every second that passed.

  “I want to see you.”

  Her eyes closed the second his lips brushed hers. Light, soft strokes, his tongue darting out to tease and taste, and Holly’s knees went weak.

  She reached out with her other hand, holding onto his hip to steady herself.

  He pulled her flush against his body and she breathed in the scent of him. The water trickled between them, soaking her clothes.

  The soft caress of his tongue probed her lips and she opened her mouth, giving him entrance. Her senses exploded with the first taste of him.

  Goosebumps pimpled her flesh, tingles racing down her spine, and each sweep of his tongue sent shocks straight to her core.

  Devin’s kiss bordered on ravaging. She’d never been kissed so thoroughly. She felt hot, her mind clouded and drugged.

  His hand was at her hip, lifting the bottom of her shirt and she gasped when he lifted the material, his fingers crawling up her stomach and cupping her breast over the fabric. She broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes.

  The heat was still there, more intense than before, and Holly knew she was doomed.

  Held prisoner in that one simple look.

  The material of her bra was lifted and she gasped when his hand met her flesh. The warmth in her limbs intensified, the tingles running laps down her spine caused her legs to shake.

  A light pinch to her nipple and his lips covered hers again. She gave herself over to the kiss, taking what she wanted, and was rewarded with a soft moan from Devin. She felt it vibrate in her chest, his fingers doubling their effort on her sensitive breast.

  He was suddenly everywhere, his hands tugging her shirt over her head and tossing the wet garment to the shower floor. Her bra followed soon after, and Holly nearly screamed when his lips latched on to her breast.

  Each stroke of his tongue, every hard suck on her sensitive flesh caused her limbs to tremble and heat exploded throughout her body.

  He took what he wanted, like a man starved. His hands burned a trail over her flesh and she gasped when the button on her pants was snapped.

  His hand snaked into the material, under her panties, and was parting her nether lips an instant later. The first touch of his fingers against her soft flesh and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

  He worked her clit with his fingers, his lips marking her flesh with every peppered kiss. Her body shook, her hands holding him for support, and it took him only minutes to have her screaming out her release.

  She was trembling and swallowed to moisten her throat.

  Devin grinned at her before pulling his hand from her pants and let go of her. Her eyes widened when he reached for the waistband of his own pants, snapping each button while he stared at her.

  Just like before, she was mesmerized when he slid the wet material over his hips and revealed himself to her. His cock stood proud, hard and twice the size as it was at the hot spring.

  She licked her lips, her gaze coveting everything she saw. Wh
en his pants hit his ankles and he stepped out of them, Holly looked her fill of him.

  Naked and beautiful and…all hers at the moment.

  He reached for her hand, guiding it to his cock. His eyes rolled slightly at the first touch and Holly wanted nothing more in that moment than to keep that look on his face indefinitely.

  She stroked him slowly, rolling his flesh in her palm and listened to his breathing. He threw his head back; the water cascading over his chest ran in small rivers across his stomach.

  Bliss. That was the only word she could think of to describe the look on his face. Every move of her hand caused his face to contort, his lips parting to moan out his pleasure, and she doubled her efforts.

  He bucked his hips, fucking himself in her hand, and Holly reached up and took what she wanted.

  She kissed him.

  He grabbed her the next moment, pulling her to him and devouring her mouth. The sound of running water mixed with his moans urged her own. He gasped, pulling away from her before clenching his eyes shut and spilling himself over her hand.

  His body jerked, his hands digging into her arms and her name whispered from his lips.

  When he finally stilled, Holly released him, washing her hand before turning the water off. Devin still leaned against the wall, his eyes closed and breathing heavily.

  She turned, grabbing one of the towels and tried to dry herself best she could. Her hair was soaked, as were her jeans. They’d be hell to peel off now.

  Hearing Devin move behind her, she grabbed another towel and turned, holding it out to him.

  She froze at the look on his face.

  Hunger. That was the best way to describe it and her insides shook when he pushed off the shower wall.

  A hobbled step toward her and she was once again swept away in the most mind numbing kiss she’d ever received.

  She dropped the towels, grabbed his arms to keep from falling, and moaned into his mouth a second later.