“Why not?” She hoped her words came off as light and teasing, that the sound of the water hid the tremor of insecurity. What if he rejected her again?
Taking a deep breath, she went lower, so she was gliding the soap over his firm ass and hips.
“Because.”
His voice, husky and dripping with male need, made her bold. “That’s not a reason,” she murmured as she tucked the soap in the crack of his butt and slid her hand downward, her fingers reaching between his legs––
His hand snapped back to grasp her wrist, and then he was turning into her and pushing her back against the wall. “I think,” he said, as he pressed his body against hers, “that it’s my turn.”
Yes! He did want her!
Dipping his head, he captured her mouth as he wrested the soap out of her hand. His kiss was hotter than the water pouring on them, and his hands, oh, sweet hell, his hands. They roamed her body with finesse, his touch alternating between light and firm, teasing and let’s-do-this-thing serious. Every pass of the soap over her breasts and buttocks made her groan, and when he dropped the bar and dipped his fingers between her legs, she cried out in relief and amazement. She’d never been touched so intimately before, but now she was glad she’d waited. Hell, she’d have happily given up her wings for this one, beautiful moment.
“You like this,” he said in a deep, guttural rasp. “I like it too. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
There was a strange note in his voice, a tortured thread of...regret? Before she could think too hard on that, he did something sinful to her clit, and she nearly came undone. His fingers slid back and forth between her folds, the pressure becoming firmer as her breath came faster. He changed the rhythm every few strokes to rub circles around her sensitive nub or to slide the pads of his fingers past her opening, hitting a sensitive spot she didn’t know she had.
“Please,” she begged, not even sure what she was begging for. She wanted everything he could possibly do to her, and thanks to Lilliana, Cat knew a lot of things were possible.
He smiled as he kissed a path from her mouth to her jaw and down her neck. Arching her back, she let her head fall against the stone wall to give him as much access as he wanted. He grunted in approval and nipped her throat, the tiny sting adding fuel to the fire that was building inside her.
Another pass of his fingers had her panting and pumping her hips into his hand. Then he slipped one inside her. Yes, oh, damn...yes!
He worked her for a moment, wringing sighs and moans from her before adding another finger. The burn of her tissue stretching yielded to pleasure within a couple of heartbeats, and she surrendered herself to his masterful play.
His fingers pumped as his thumb circled her clit, and too soon she exploded, her first climax with a male coursing through her body in an uncontrolled free fall. When she still had her wings, she would sometimes climb high into the air, tuck in her wings, and let the fall take her skimming close to mountaintops and deep into canyons. The orgasm Hades gave her was like that. Freeing, life affirming...and dangerous.
She knew herself well enough to know that for her, sex and emotion would be tightly linked. It was a horrible character flaw, one that had the potential to hurt badly. She supposed it was a good thing Zhubaal had rejected her, but now she thought that maybe Hades should have, too.
He brought her down slowly, his touch growing lighter as she became sensitive to every waning sensation.
“You’re so beautiful.” His smoky voice rumbled through her like a second climax, sparking a new wave of pleasure skimming across her skin. “God, the sounds you make when you come.”
“I need to hear you,” she said, taking him in her fist. “Let me.”
He gasped, his body going rigid as she squeezed his erection. She’d never touched one before; she and Zhubaal hadn’t gotten this far. Not even close. The skin was so silky, the shaft textured with veins she wanted to trace with her tongue.
Suddenly, he seized her wrist and shoved her hand away. Confused, she glanced up at him. He didn’t meet her gaze as he backed out of there, leaving a trail of puddles on the wood floor. “I have to go.”
What the hell?
“Don’t do this again.” She shut off the water. “Please, Hades. What’s wrong?”
Someone knocked on the door, and she swore he jumped a foot in the air. “Who the fuck is it?” he yelled.
“Silth. I have news you’re going to want to hear.”