“Bathroom?” My voice was still gruff with desire. She pointed to a door in the corner of the small room. Though I hadn’t thought it possible, I kissed her with more force than before, and again, she returned my fervor, matching me stroke for stroke. I undid her jeans as we kissed, and began tugging them down over her hips.
I parted my mouth from hers momentarily. “Get them off.” She took a slight step back to acquiesce to my demand, while I did the same with my own pants and boxer briefs, setting my straining dick free.
I looked down at her near-naked body—she still had her bra and panties on—and took a few deep, steadying breaths, almost unable to deal with the perfection on display.
“Fuck.” I gritted the word out through clenched teeth before joining our mouths together again. As we kissed, I bent my knees a little and reached down for her butt, grabbing it tight with both hands, relishing the feel of her soft flesh against my palms.
I pulled upward, and was pleased when Rose followed my lead and let me lift her to me. When I was done, she wrapped her legs around my waist while I walked in the direction she’d pointed. In the tiny bathroom, I barely let her switch on the water before I was pushing her into the glass cubicle.
“But I still have my underwear—”
“I don’t care.” Actually, that wasn’t quite right. I did care. In fact, the thought of fucking her while she stood in soaking wet bra and panties did crazy things to me. Scratch that. Rose did crazy things to me. Point blank. Period.
As the hot water cascaded over us, I reached forward and shoved my hands into the cups of her bra, grabbing her tits and freeing them from their lacy cages. The soft puckered flesh in my mouth tasted like paradise.
As I feasted on her hardened nipples, a deep sensual moan slipped from her lips, sending shockwaves through my body and straight to my hardening dick. If I didn’t get inside her sooner rather than later, I was in danger of bursting out of my own skin.
I lifted her again and, just like the previous time, she automatically clasped her legs tight around me. “Good. Now, reach up and hold onto the top of the screen to brace yourself.”
She did as she was told, stretching her arms above her head to grab the edge of the glass shower divider, then arched her back and let her head rest against it. I took advantage of the easy access to her neck and shoulders, sucking my way across her clavicle with enough force that I was sure I was going to leave marks. Not that I cared.
In fact, I liked the idea of branding her, especially when I let myself think about what was going to happen over the next few days. I quickly shut those thoughts down, instead focusing on feeling good in the here and now.
When I finally sank deep inside her, “good” didn’t even begin to adequately describe the way I was feeling. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her unique scent. “Don’t move. Just give me a—” I couldn’t even complete the sentence, but I guessed she got the idea, as she held still, waiting for my cue. I took a few measured and deep breaths, before pulling back to look at her face. Fuck.
Her bluest of blue eyes held my gaze and caught my spirit, sending me free-falling into her vortex. Just staring into her eyes that way, unspeaking and unmoving, was the wildest ride of my entire life.
The silent emotional volley between us took my breath away and cleared my consciousness of all thoughts except one—Rose. As the water pelted down on us, my pulse beat to the same frenetic rhythm the delicate silvery droplets drummed against our skin. My mind was racing, and my heart was hammering frantically against my chest.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t in our playbook. It didn’t fit with our carefully crafted and well-orchestrated plan. I nodded slowly to Rose, signaling that it was okay for her to move again, and as she did, I let my eyelids slide closed, partially so that I could focus on what I was experiencing, but mostly to try to ignore the enormity of what was unfolding between us.
But then as Rose clenched tightly around me, spiraling her hips in agonizingly slow, tight circles around my straining dick, I knew I’d been mistaken in my earlier promise. When we came together, our gazes locked once again, fused in a heart-stoppingly intense union of mind and body as we slid down the glass, spent and exhausted.
There, on my knees before her, on the floor of the shower, with the water still cascading over me, I was the one who handed over my soul.
Chapter 7
Rose
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed that way, but it was long enough that I started to get goosebumps and shiver slightly, even under the stream of hot water. Though in truth, I wasn’t entirely sure that was just because I was cold.
When we’d come together, the intensity of my orgasm, and the emotions that had flooded my body and mind as I dissolved around Kane, had scared me. Once I’d gathered my wits enough to look into his serious and stony brown eyes, scared didn’t begin to cover it—I was terrified.
The way he was looking, no staring at me as he knelt between my legs, was so intense I felt like he really was doing what he said he would, and somehow he was absorbing my soul into his, downloading my essence, joining the two of us on a cellular level, physically and emotionally. The most shocking part, though, was that I wanted him to.
“Hey, you’re shivering. Let’s get dry.” He stood up, still holding me, and stepped out of the shower. He loosened his grip slightly, allowing me to slide slowly down his toned, hard body. As slick as we both were with water from the shower, the sensation of his skin slipping across mine, especially my nipples, had me instantly wet again.
I noted that as he pulled out of me, slowly and gently, his dick remained rock hard, even though he’d come moments earlier. Clearly the feeling was mutual.
I stretched to get a clean towel from the rack, but he stopped me, covering my hand with his, as I reached for it.
“No, let me.” It took me a moment to understand his intention, as he took the towel, and began wiping me dry with it. It was a small but hugely intimate gesture, so incongruous with the fact that we’d only just met, and yet it felt so right.
He took his time, working across my body in small, gentle movements as he gripped the towel with one hand. With the other, he rubbed my nipple on the same side in agonizingly slow circles. My body began to move of its own free will, my hips swirling in small, tight figures of eight, mirroring the movement of his hand as it grazed my swollen and sensitive nipple.
I’d never been so close to coming just from having my nipples rubbed before, but as we picked up the pace and intensity of our movements, it was a distinct possibility. As though reading my mind, Kane let the towel fall to the floor and used his free hand to gather up my wet hair and wind it around his wrist like a rope. He tugged on it hard, drawing my head back harshly toward his chest.
“Remember what I said earlier? I always keep my promises.” I’d been so focused on what we were feeling that his voice had come as a shock, though his meaning became clear as he drove into me, thrusting me roughly against the hand basin. The cold, hard porcelain was a shock on my skin. “You might want to brace yourself again, this isn’t going to be gentle.”
I swore to God he could read my thoughts. His words came just as I’d reached out for the edge of the basin with the same idea in mind.