“Yes. Like this, Drew. More.”
His mouth met hers in a tangle of lips and tongues as he thrust harder, then stilled. “Feel me, Lina. Feel my cock twitch inside you. You make me want to come.”
She did feel him, more than she’d ever felt him before. Expanding, moving, and taking her right to the edge of reason. His gaze met hers, his hair and body wet, droplets falling on her as he surged against her.
She arched to meet him, needing that contact to come. She tightened and quivered even as he ground against her. And when she splintered, he kissed her, his groan against her lips sending her spiraling out of control as he released inside her.
It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, a joining of the two of them that was as emotionally fulfilling as it was physically. Drew tightened his hold on her, swept his hand underneath her to pull her closer as she cried out, the waves of her orgasm catapulting her over the edge again and again.
Out of energy and completely spent, she lay there underneath him, nipping at his bottom lip, drawing her hand over the sleek line of his shoulder while he buried his face in her neck.
“I’m sweaty,” he finally said. “We should probably get back in the tub.”
She smiled at that. “Probably. But I think I’d rather have a shower this time.”
He lifted her up and they stepped into the shower.
“You are so sexy when you’re wet.”
She had submerged her head under the water, and opened her eyes to find him giving her that look, the one that enveloped her in heat and made her sex swell with desire.
He pushed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her until steam rose over them both. He slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing back and forth until she whimpered.
“I want to fuck you again.”
“Yes,” she said, nearly out of breath as he spread her legs and slid inside her.
She was ready, quivering and needy as he lifted her arms over her head and thrust into her, grinding against her clit.
God, she could come already, the way he rolled his hips over her, his body so close to hers. But then he pulled out and dropped to his knees, covering her sex with his mouth.
She looked down to see water sluicing over her body and dripping over him as he licked and sucked the sensitive nub.
“Drew. Yes, like that.” She rested her head against the shower wall as he rolled his tongue over her and shattered her, making her cry out and shudder through another amazing orgasm.
When he rose, he took her mouth in a devastating kiss that kept the sensations rolling.
He lifted her leg and eased inside her.
“Your * is still quaking,” he said. “It tightens around me and makes me want to come hard inside you.”
She loved the way he talked to her during sex, the open, honest way he shared what he felt. “You make me crazy. The things you do to my body.”
He gripped her butt and held her while he made love to her achingly slow, easing his cock in, only to slide it partway out until she was on the ragged edge, gripping his shoulder and propelling herself forward to impale herself on his shaft. She wanted more, needed all of him inside her. And when he thrust deeply, she growled, taking his lower lip between her teeth to nip.
He growled back at her, as lost as she was in the animal passion that drove them. He pushed her back against the wall and increased his thrusts, pummeling her until she cried out as sweet release seared her. Drew let go, too, pumping furiously into her and shuddering his release, his fingers digging into her flesh as he poured into her.
Her legs were shaking. Drew palmed the wall next to her and held on to them both.
“Good thing we’re in the shower,” he said, “because you made me sweat again.”
She laughed. “How convenient.”
She dipped her head back under the water to wet her hair, then grabbed for the shampoo.
“Let me,” Drew said, taking the bottle to pour some shampoo in his hand.
“Oooh, this is a treat.” She turned around and Drew lathered the shampoo in her hair. She felt decadent, her scalp tingling when he gave her a slow, delicious massage as he shampooed her hair. “Could you come over every day and do this for me?”
He paused. “Yes.”
She rinsed, then opened her eyes to find him staring at her, an unfathomable expression on his face.
There were things they needed to talk about. But everything was so new between them, this declaration of love. It was still so tenuous, and she didn’t want to do anything to break that bond. So instead, she leaned forward and kissed him, then laughed. “My own personal shampoo slave. I like that.”
He laughed, breaking that tension. They finished cleaning up, dried off, and got dressed, then cuddled together on the sofa.
She could get used to having him here with her whenever he was in town.
But that was a topic for another time. Right now, it was enough that they loved each other.
One step at a time.
TWENTY-NINE