Withdrawing my fingers, I slid my arm under her thigh. I dragged her farther off the counter and ran my fingers around where we were joined. My breaths turned ragged when I turned course, and moved to run them up and down the crease of her ass, everything going silent when I started making circles at that tight little hole.
Lust clouded her features, caramel darkening the darkest dark. A slow slide of desire. A glimpse of fear immediately was eclipsed by the fire lapping between us. Her lips parted and her energy swelled. Lifting us higher.
“Love it all,” I murmured rough as I pushed those two fingers inside.
“Sebastian,” she cried. Fingertips scraped at my skin as she clung to the bunched muscles of my back, a sharp, pleading gasp falling from that sweet mouth, my girl simmering sex yet entirely innocent at the same time.
Vulnerable.
Entrusting all her pleasure to me.
I began to pump them in time with my cock, and with every stroke, I took her deeper. “Love that you let me touch you…love you know I’d never hurt you.”
She wheezed sharp breaths. Everything tightened to a pinpoint around us, our pants and our future and the air. The girl dragging me beneath the surface, pulling me under. Her head rocked back and I took the opportunity to latch onto the dusky nipple of one of those perfect, round tits.
I bit down and she screamed. She clenched hard on my cock and my fingers, and we both let go. Let the world shatter around us. Pleasure burst, strobes of fragmenting color and light. The ground fell away and the sky drifted into nothingness.
For a moment, we got lost in it, in the depths of that place that belonged only to us. In the shadows and the light. In the power of her undying storm.
She whimpered again and again. My name. My name. My name.
My hips jerked and my body spasmed as I poured into her, praying it was taking hold. Thinking maybe I was a fool to think for even a second I deserved something like this.
But it was a true fool who rejected the gifts they were given.
“Shea…baby…Shea.”
On a shuddered breath, she slumped forward and buried her face in my chest, and I buried mine in her hair as I slowly eased out of her.
“You are incredible,” I mumbled at the top of her head. I kissed across that invisible crown, running down to her temple where I felt the strength of her pulse beat.
Inclining my head back, I studied the lines of her face. “You okay?”
Her expression one of awe, she mindlessly chewed at her bottom lip, as if she couldn’t make sense of the connection we shared any more than I could. Her tone brimmed with emotion. “I would never describe what I’m feeling right now as okay.”
I chuckled then kissed her mouth. “Come on…let’s get you cleaned up.”
I swept my girl into my arms—holding her like I was always gonna do—and strode toward the shower.
Giggles rang through the room, and I felt the carefree sound bang around somewhere in my chest. Shea’s grin brightened the entire room as she fought to break away, jerking this way and that, but totally failing considering she was wrapped back up in that sheet.
Right where I’d tossed her in the center of the bed after we’d showered.
Didn’t bother letting her get dressed.
Figured that was nothing but wasted time.
Besides, she looked damned good rolling around in that bed with nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric outlining that killer body.
“Not a chance, buddy,” she warned on a gush of exerted air when I narrowed my predatory gaze on her. She rolled, having another go at skirting my advances, but I shifted farther to the right where I stood at the end of the bed.
My hands were on the mattress, my body bent as I tracked her movements, my dick already pointing to the sky.
She shrieked when I grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her onto her back. I scrambled onto the bed, climbing over her, putting just enough of my weight on her to hold her down.
“What?” I smirked when I pressed her hands into the bed above her head.
More giggles erupted from her. Was going to be sure I coaxed that sound from her every goddamn day.
Raving, she shook her head, wet hair flying, but that grin provided me her tell. “Sebastian, you’re going to kill me,” she wheezed. “I can’t take any more.”