His Lover to Protect - Katee Robert Page 0,33

it rolled on by the time he stepped back through the bathroom door. Alexis had her eyes closed and head tipped back under the spray of water as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. He was almost—almost—reluctant to step in and ruin the look of peace on her face.

Then she opened her eyes and held out her hand, silently commanding him to get the hell in there. My pleasure, darlin’. He took her hand and stepped into the spray of water, using the move to pull her into his arms. She pressed against the front of his body and turned them around until he was backed against the chilled tile. Then she went onto her tiptoes and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. He groaned against her lips and palmed her ass, bringing her flush against the hard length of his cock.

“Take me, Luke.”

As if he planned on doing anything else. He turned her around and reached between her thighs and stroked her, fucking her slowly with his finger, making both of them wait for what they really wanted. “You want me here.” He added a second finger, nearly moaning when she clenched around him.

“I want you right there.” She spread her legs a little more and leaned back against his chest, giving him full access to her body. “I want you so deep, I won’t know where I end and you begin.” She gasped when he cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers. “I want you to make me come.”

“Your wish is my command.” He briefly considered and discarded pinning her against the shower wall. With his bum knee, it was an emergency room visit just waiting to happen.

Instead, he maneuvered her to the back of the shower, pressing a hand between her shoulder blades until she bent over and braced herself on the wall. He stroked her again, using his fingers to spread her wetness up and around her clit. She moaned, arching back into him, tilting her hips to offer herself. “Hold still, darlin’.”

He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside with one smooth movement. They both froze, though her body shook beneath his hands. Luke gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold still, even though he needed to thrust, to pound into her.

But then she pulled away and shoved herself against him. “More. I need more.”

He gripped her hips, keeping her from doing that again. “Darlin’—”

“Now, Luke.”

This time, when she pushed back, he met her halfway. He tightened his hold on her hips, helping her move against him, filling her completely. “You love this, don’t you? You love the way I fuck you.”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

“Touch yourself. Reach between your legs and rub your clit for me.” When she obeyed, a shudder racked her body and she tightened around him. “That’s right. Just like you like it.”

“Harder.”

He shoved into her hard enough to have her scrambling for purchase on the tile wall. “Like this. This is what you want.”

“Oh, yes.” Her head dropped forward, her hair parting to reveal the long line of her back. As much as he wanted to lick his way down her spine, he was too focused on holding off long enough to push her over the edge.

Changing his angle, he pulled her up, bending her backward to claim a kiss. While his tongue thrust against hers, he pushed her hand out of the way and stroked her clit. “I’m the only one allowed to make you come, darlin’. Me and no one else.” He rolled his hips, pushing deeper. “Tell me.”

Her breath sobbed out. “You, Luke. You’re the only one who makes me come like this.”

“Don’t you dare forget it.” The possessive feeling had no place here, but he couldn’t shake it. Especially when she cried out his name as she came. How the hell was he supposed to keep his distance with her milking his cock like this?

The answer was swept away as his orgasm exploded through him. He held her tightly enough to bruise as the last of his strength went out of his legs. They wobbled, but Alexis caught the wall and steadied them. “Wow.”

Wow was right. He wasn’t sure there were words to describe what they’d just done—or the fact that he wanted it again as soon as possible. It didn’t make any sense. He’d had relationships in the past, but he’d never felt this level of sheer… Christ, he didn’t know what to call it. Lust.