She shoved her tongue into his mouth, drowning in the taste of him. He tugged at the hem of her shirt, pul ing it up. The time it took to break the kiss and get her top over her head annoyed her. Her arms twined around his neck while he lobbed her shirt at the vanity, and she stood on tiptoe to press herself against his long, hard body. His teeth grazed her neck, and her pussy fisted, dampened, pulsed with want.
The pipes squealed in the wal , and Merek twisted so he blocked the initial blast of icy water. When had he turned on the faucet? Did it matter? She held on to him as he maneuvered them around until her back pressed to the wal , the tile cool on her flesh, and she gasped. Beads of water soaked through her clothes, trailed down her legs in a sensual caress.
Big hands cupped her hips, fingers hooking in the waistband of her pants to work them and her panties down. She kicked them away, impatient for the ful length of his naked body against hers. The pleasure of it made her arch. Closer, deeper, yes.
The hair on his chest stimulated her nipples; the heat of his skin set her on fire. She stroked her fingers over him, needing to touch as much of him as she could reach, to assure herself that he was safe and whole. He bent her backward over his arm and closed his lips over her nipple, flicking the taut crest with his tongue, sucking it deep into his mouth.
A mew erupted from her mouth, and her nails dug into his chest as she tried to communicate her craving.
He merely switched to her other nipple and offered it the same erotic treatment. Her body undulated against his, but it only served to make her burn hotter.
The water trickling down her flesh made her shiver. His lips sipped at her skin, her col arbone, her throat, her jaw, her nose, her eyelids. His hands moved over her body much the same way hers slid across his rougher flesh . . . a reassurance, a reverent worship.
“Chloe,” his voice was a breathless whisper, and the look in his eyes was so hot and tender, it made her heart stop.
And then utter panic hit.
No. She could feel it, the last of her defenses beginning to crack and crumble. A sob caught in her throat.
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t need him. Not like that. Not permanently. She refused. She would never, ever need anyone like that again. Not so much that losing them would shatter her.
Jerking back, she tried to rip herself from his embrace. Her hormones screamed a protest, but her mind knew better. Stumbling back, she tangled in her wet clothes and slipped on the slick tub. She would have fal en if Merek hadn’t grabbed her, spun her so her front was plastered against the tile wal .
He pinned her there, his heavy weight keeping her upright. “Too late to run now, sweetheart.”
She hated that he might be right. Gods help her, but he felt good, amazing, perfect. His hand drew back and smacked against the fleshy part of her upper thigh, and she jolted, al her tight, twisting emotions snapping. His hard body made hers melt, made her thoughts dissolve and swirl down the drain with the water. There was only Merek, only this moment. The future didn’t matter; the past was nothing. The present was everything. The present was—“Merek.”
“Chloe.” He kissed the nape of her neck, nipped at it.
Her heart hammered in her chest, blood pumping through her hot and fast. Flattening her palms to the shower wal , she sighed at the mix of incredible sensations. The thick steam in the air, the hot water, his slick skin sliding against hers. His hard muscles pressed to her back, and she arched her ass to rub herself against the heavy arc of his cock.
It was too much, and not enough. She wanted more, and knew she couldn’t have it, couldn’t even ask for it. How could she defend herself against herself? Those unruly, incendiary emotions she didn’t want wrenched at her insides.
Wrapping his arms around her, he fil ed his hands with her breasts. She moaned when he tweaked her nipples. He circled them with the cal used tips of his fingers until they were so stiff she thought she’d scream. When he pinched them hard and rol ed them between his fingers, she had to bite her lip to keep from doing just that. So good. It was so perfect. He knew just how to touch her, just how to play her to make her give him anything and everything he wanted. Moisture burned her eyes while lust and craving clawed at her like wild things.
One of his hands moved to fol ow the slide of water droplets down her bel y until he toyed with the soaking curls between her thighs. She let her head fal back against his shoulder, closing her eyes to savor the streaking ecstasy. If tears mingled with the water on her face, she hoped he didn’t notice.
Those wicked fingers dipped in to stroke her clit, and her hands slithered down the slick wal until she could latch onto his forearm, pressing him deeper into her sex.
“More,” she pleaded. “Please, more.”
Two big fingers pushed into her pussy, and her muscles squeezed around him. His groan vibrated against her back. “So hot and tight for me, sweetheart. So creamy I can’t wait to get inside you.”
“Don’t wait.” Her head rol ed on his broad shoulder, and she squirmed when his cock slipped between the globes of her ass.
He hummed in his throat and began pumping his long digits into her, adding another and another until she was stretched to the limit. Her wetness increased each time he fil ed her, the slide so exquisite she thought she’d die. She gasped for air, the thick steam making it that much harder to breathe.
“Inside me.” Another tear glided down her cheek. “Now. Please, now.”
“Soon.” He kissed the side of her throat, suckled the sensitive spot that connected her neck and shoulder.
It excited her more that she knew he’d fuck her when he was damn good and ready, no matter how she begged or teased. It was why she liked pushing his control, even as she utterly relied on that same quality.
The shower pounded down on them, the hot water nothing compared to the heat they generated. It sealed them together, made their skin slip and slide in an erotic dance that sent her pulse tripping. His hips bucked until the head of his cock nudged his plunging fingers, just barely stroked the lips of her pussy. Her nails dug into his arms, desperation beating through her.
He froze behind her, al movement jerking to a stop, and his breath erupted in a painful hiss. “Arm.”
“Oh. Gods.” Her fingers relaxed, and she jerked her hand away, regret washing through her. She turned her head to kiss his shoulder, her hands petting his skin in apology. “I’m so sorry.”
A rusty chuckle answered her. “Yes. Kiss me, lick me, touch me. Show me how sorry you are.”
Reaching around to grab the outsides of his muscular thighs, she grinned a little. “I’d be happy to kiss, lick, touch . . . or suck any part of you. Because I’m real y, real y sorry, of course.”
“Of course.” He bit the side of her neck just hard enough to make her jolt. Her insides clenched, and she whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her greedy sex. “Later, I’m going to let you suck me hard, but right now I need inside your sweet little pussy so bad I’m dying.”
His fingers pul ed her slick lips wide, held her open so his cock could spear into her pussy. One of her hands reached back to sink into his wet hair, and she twisted her torso enough that she could draw him down for a kiss. A shudder racked her body as his fingers toyed with her clit, tugged at her plumped pussy lips to emphasize just how wide he stretched her. He was big and hot and hard, and she screamed into his mouth when he pinched her clit.
It was perfect. Her throat closed on the need to cry, and she tightened her fingers in his hair as she ravaged his mouth, wanting him as close as he could be. Closer, after the terror of this evening, she needed al of him. He buried himself deep inside her, and it didn’t feel like enough to satisfy her craving for him.