a giggle against my shoulder. I hadn’t bothered to pull on anything other than the pajama bottoms, and I carried her into the bathroom. A pillow bounced off my back, but Coop laughed as I ignored him and it.
Nudging the bathroom door closed, I turned on the light with my elbow. As much as I’d like to keep holding her, I set her on her feet and flipped on the water in the shower for her. Frankie stared up at me sleepily when I faced her, and when I would have kissed her, she widened her eyes and clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Morning breath,” she muttered, and I chuckled, then nuzzled a kiss to her jaw before I turned her around to her sink. I had brushed my teeth, and I contented myself with rubbing her back gently as she cleaned her own. Those green eyes kept darting up to look at me in the mirror. My dick was wide-awake and straining toward her. When she backed into me, I didn’t try to hide it, and then Frankie just leaned into me and closed her eyes. Wrapping my arms around her, I buried my face against her neck.
Everything about her was beautiful, and the relief coursing through me each time she settled into my arms couldn’t be denied. The clench of her ass against my cock had me groaning. Skating a hand over her chest, I began to massage her breasts, and she ground her ass against me. Fuck, I wanted everything with her. The possessiveness she aroused in me was undeniable. I loved pinning her down, and I wanted to tie her up and let her ride my tongue until she came.
Dropping my hands to her hips, I pressed my thumbs against the curve of her ass and nudged her forward. The tattoo on her shoulder had scabbed, but I could still make out my name there, and that sent another bolt of lust straight to my already straining cock. Meeting her gaze in the mirror, I ran a hand down to cup her pussy. The wetness coated my finger, and she let out a sigh, even as steam began to rise in the shower.
Frankie grinned and braced her hands against the counter without any urging from me, and I groaned. I’d had plans to steal her down for breakfast and to play with her for a couple of hours before the guys woke up.
We could still do that.
I shoved my pajama bottoms down, and her eyes flared.
Tongue tracing over her lower lip, she never let go of our eye contact as I fisted myself once or twice. Fuck, I ached for her. With the lightest pressure from my free hand on her hip, she arched her back and pressed forward until those peaked nipples were just above the cool counter.
I teased my cock against that beautiful pussy and began massaging her ass. Then she wiggled her butt at me in invitation. Cupping my hand, I landed the barest of slaps against the roundness, and she bit her lower lip.
Oh, she was muting herself.
That would not do.
All thoughts of a quick shower fled.
I wanted her moaning.
I wanted her crying out.
I wanted her to fall apart.
The second strike of my palm was more stinging for me, and her cheek reddened as I began massaging out the heat. The flare of her pupils as they dilated sent a pulse straight to my dick. Nudging my dick forward, I breached her with just the head. The hot slickness beckoned me to lunge forward, but I fisted my control.
Frankie wrapped around my cock was way too damn perfect. I wanted to blow every time I slid into her, and it took every ounce of concentration to rock into her before I dragged her back and slid my hand up her chest to her throat. Then she was pressed back against my chest, and I was balls deep in the loveliest vise.
Her sigh answered my own. That she enjoyed everything from the spanking to the pinning to the surrender was a gift I would never not treasure. She began to rock her hips, and I let her control the pace as I pressed my lips to her ear.
The fogging mirror hid her from me, but I had every inch of her memorized. I began to hum, and the jolt seemed to go through her as she recognized the first couple of bars. That was my girl. I couldn’t match the accent from the