Dane’s lips only left mine so he could yank the dress I’d spent two hours choosing over my head. I got his lips back before it hit the floor.
It had been three weeks. Three weeks too long since I’d seen Dane. Since I’d touched him. Since I’d escaped into this alternate reality where we could be together and everything else faded away.
With one hand buried in my hair, he tilted my head back, his mouth trailing down my throat, his teeth scraping against my pulse.
I threw myself into it with wild abandon.
I need this.
I need him.
Dane’s other hand cupped my ass before tearing my thong from my body. “Wet and naked, my favorite flavor of Kat,” he growled as he maneuvered me into the giant tiled shower of our hotel room.
My moan echoed off the walls as he found I was already wet for him.
“Always ready for me. Nothing sexier.” He tugged my left nipple between his teeth, and I arched back. “Turn on the water. You said you wanted to clean up, but I’m gonna get you dirty first.”
I’d meant clean up and get ready for him since I’d been on a plane for seven hours to get to the Dominican where he asked me to meet him. Dane took it differently. With a wicked smile on his face, he dragged me to the shower, his mouth closing over mine as we devoured each other.
I flipped on the water, and the cold blast stole a shriek from my lips and puckered my nipples into tight points that he took advantage of, tugging the right one into his mouth. Thankfully, the spray turned warm within seconds.
“Fuck, baby. It’s been too long. I hate that I can’t have you every day.”
Whenever he said stuff like this, I wondered what it would be like to be together all the time and not just stolen weekends. But those thoughts were gone as he plunged his finger deep and curled it forward to find my G-spot.
“Oh God.” I moaned as my first orgasm of the weekend rolled through me. It was always so easy with him. Going without for weeks meant my body was primed, and Dane knew all the right ways to make me scream.
I tilted my head back into the hot water, steam rising between our bodies as I whispered his name.
Dane released me and adjusted his hold to lift me into the air. In two steps, he had my back pressed against the tiles and his cock sliding between us.
My inner muscles tightened in anticipation as he removed one hand from my waist, keeping me aloft with only one arm. I’d never realized before all that strength packed into the rippling muscles of his body would prime me faster than any porn I could possibly watch.
He notched the head of his cock into my entrance and then . . . Holy. Shit. With one thrust, I was filled to the point of almost can’t take it all.
When I sucked in a breath, he paused, buried to the hilt. “You okay?”
“You’re just . . . big. We really need to do this more than one weekend a month,” I whispered, wondering why I was even trying to speak.
Dane’s husky laugh filled the shower, mingling with the steam. “Yeah, we really should. I can never get enough. You feel so fucking good. I gotta move, baby.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him and his hands gripped my hips, one moving over to cover my clit with his thumb. It was like he touched the launch button, because I was instantly trying to fuck myself on his cock.
“There’s my girl.”
And then he proceeded toward detonation.
Stroke after stroke, his lips found my shoulder, neck, and ear as he plowed in and out, making me scream as my orgasm slammed into me. I was surprised resort security wasn’t banging on the door yet.
He fucked into me harder until his roar drowned out any other sound.
And then came the banging.
Dane looked at me. “You think we’ll find a country where they won’t harass us for having the best sex of our lives?”
*
Present day
“Kat?” Dane’s voice, not talking dirty to me, chases the memory away. “You want to go first?”
No, what I want is for you to drag me into the shower like you used to. Back when you were so hungry for me, you couldn’t get enough. Back before . . . everything changed.
But I say none of that.
“Uh, sure. I’ll be quick. I know you’re hungry too.” But not hungry for me, I add silently.
“It’s been a long day.”
“I’ll be quick,” I repeat.
I reach for the handle of my suitcase and drag it into the bathroom with me. With the bathroom door shut behind me, I strip out of my travel clothes and ball them up before dropping them on the floor. Water droplets hit the tile before I turn the handle to start the spray.
Dane never needs to know that I’m crying in the bathroom, wishing everything could be different.
Flipping the water on, I climb inside as soon as it warms, let my head drop forward, and the tears spill free.
Chapter 8
Kat
I keep my red-rimmed eyes focused on the mahogany planks of the wood floor as I drag my suitcase out of the bathroom behind me. Dane’s gaze feels heavy as he takes in my fully dressed form, a towel wrapped turban-style around my head.
“All yours,” I tell him, making eye contact with the center of his chest.
“I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.”
Polite strangers, that’s what we are. So freaking polite it makes me want to scream. I could open my mouth and say something, but right now, I don’t even have words.
He disappears into the bathroom with his small travel kit in hand, and the door shuts behind him with a decisive click.