My thighs squeezed together. “Waiting for me?”
His hands returned to my chest, the look on his face intent. “Waiting to be inside you.”
“I thought you were avoiding me.”
“No, I definitely wasn’t avoiding you. I was biding my time for you.” His grip tightened around my breasts, his hips sliding me down the wall until I was directly beneath the shower stream. I was already damp from before, but it only took a few seconds for the rest of my body and clothes to get soaked.
“Why does sex tend to start with you getting me wet?” I asked, blinking shower water from my eyes.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Because I like you wet. I like making you wet. Everywhere.”
When he flexed his hips against me this time, my head fell back. After the never-ending night of sex we’d had two nights ago, and having to go without him last night, my body was quivering from withdrawal. I’d never felt this kind of desire before. This kind of desperation that clouded all degree of reason and resolve.
In this moment, all that mattered was Luke Archer’s body and mine connecting in every way two bodies could connect. I was a one-track-minded organism who would do anything to get her fix.
“I need you, Allie.” His fingers pulled the button of my khakis free, his finger plunging inside my panties before the zipper was down. “Can I have you? Can I use your body to get what I need?”
My fists curled against the tile wall when his finger circled me a few times.
“Yes,” I breathed, “if I can use yours for the same.”
Something vibrated low in Luke’s chest when his finger slid lower, feeling my invitation on his fingers. “You can use me, have me, take me however you need to. Whenever you need to.”
His hands moved to my hips, then I was spinning around, my bare chest spreading against the hard tile wall as he ripped my pants and underwear down my body.
When his hands returned to my hips, he pitched them back so my butt was arched up toward him. His finger moved to my opening, another rumble coming from his chest when he felt how ready I was for his body. “I want to ride you hard, Allie. I need it rough.” His mouth moved outside of my ear as I felt him starting to stretch me open. “Is that okay?”
I answered him by rolling my hips, trying to take him all, but for the moment, he was restraining himself. He wouldn’t let me have him until I’d answered.
“Yes,” I breathed, almost panting from the sensation of his thick girth opening me.
As the shower rained down on my back and legs, Luke Archer about to bury himself inside me, I realized how much power this man already had over me. Never had I been anywhere close to letting a flame fuck me in some semi-public shower, exchanging filthy pleasantries like it came naturally. Never had I felt such a pull toward a man, making me not care about the consequences—at least, not when we were like this. All of those years of school and all of the hard work to get here and stay here . . . all of that was overshadowed by Luke Archer and the way he made my head and body feel.
“I want to take you bare. I’ll pull out, but I need to feel your body against my body right now.” When he pushed inside me a little more, my moan echoed off the tile walls.
“You forgot to get condoms again, didn’t you?” I said, once I was able to form words again.
His fingers dug into my hips. “I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to use one right now.” He sank a little deeper, his moan tangling with mine. “I’ll pull out, I promise.”
I cried in agony when he stopped moving deeper. I’d already told him I was on the shot, and we were both free and clear to have unprotected sex without fear of passing on anything unwanted. What was his big hang-up with wanting to be so careful?
“Archer,” I breathed, my legs trembling, “enough talk already.”
For one more moment, he was still, then he ground into me until I felt my ass sitting on his lap. My cry of pleasure filled the room, eclipsing the new sounds of our bodies moving against each other.
“How’s that for enough talking?” Luke grunted behind me as he took me exactly as promised. “You like that?”
My head bobbed against the tile wall, my tits slapping the wet wall every time he hammered into me.
“As damn good as this feels, I cannot wait to pull out of you and coat your body with my release.” Archer leaned over me, his arms pinning mine to the wall above my head as he continued to rut into me with quick, deep strokes. “I want to mark you as mine. Everywhere. Anywhere. Every day. Every night. I want part of me on or in some part of you every fucking minute of every fucking day.” He nipped at my neck, making me jolt.