shower spray, leaning my head back as the water drenched my hair. He came to stand behind me, his erection pressing against my lower back, his hands sliding around to my stomach. For a minute, we remained like that, the warm water cascading over us, doing nothing to stifle the desire I felt for him.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t scared of what we were doing, wasn’t worried that we didn’t know each other well enough, that we hadn’t had the required number of dates that made sex—not a one-night stand—socially acceptable. This thing between us … it was irrational in its intensity, something that I’d never even imagined in my wildest dreams.
And when I turned to face him, looking up into those beautiful green-blue eyes, I knew that what happened from here wasn’t something we could control or monitor. We couldn’t keep it from occurring even if we wanted to.
No, what was happening between us … what had been happening between us since the first day we’d met in that coffee shop three weeks ago…
It was inevitable.
Chapter Fifty
Jake
I could see it in Presley’s eyes… She’d resigned herself to this the same as I had. Not that it was a hardship, by any means. Sure, I knew together we could come up with a million and one reasons why we shouldn’t do it.
It was too soon.
We’d only known each other for a few weeks.
We had only been on one date.
We’d promised we would start over, take things slow.
We had deadlines to consider. This was the worst excuse in the history of excuses, in my opinion, but I liked that she’d worked to come up with it.
Blah, blah, blah.
Not one of the many excuses could convince me that we’d be walking into disaster if we did, so spending time debating it was pointless and unnecessary.
First, I knew already that sex with Presley wasn’t simple. Not for me. I got the distinct feeling that whenever our bodies joined again—this time both of us in the moment—it was going to be cataclysmic. Life altering. And I wasn’t merely waxing poetic because I was an author and that was how I would set up a scene like this.
No. With Presley, it was more than the joining of my body and hers. At least on my side.
Based on that look in her eyes, she was feeling it, too.
Sure, the physical attraction was there. But the physical part was the easy part. Pheromones were working, hormones moving us forward, bringing us together. Only there was something else at play here, something more than the natural desire to mate. There was intimacy, a familiarity that didn’t make a lot of sense but couldn’t be denied, regardless.
When Presley’s arms wrapped around me, I placed my hands on the top of her head, slowly sliding them down her wet hair, my fingers slipping into the damp strands as I tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me, wanting to maintain that eye contact. I ran my thumbs over her cheeks.
“You’re smiling,” she said. “What’re you thinking about?”
“All the things I want to do to you. All the ways I want to make you come. How I want to hear my name on your lips when you do.”
Her eyes flared, her mouth opening.
“I want to touch you,” she said, surprising me.
I shook my head. “I’m serious, honey. You touch me and I’m gonna come. That’s all there is to it.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” she asked, her hands gliding down to my ass.
“Not a bad thing … if I’m inside you when I do,” I told her. For some reason, I wanted to be inside her, not in her hand, not in her mouth. Not this time. And I knew for a fact that had never been something I’d thought before.
Ever.
Oh, sure, I wanted to know what those sweet lips felt like on my dick. And I wanted to feel her smooth hands stroking me. But more than anything, I wanted to feel her pussy gripping me while she came apart at the seams, her eyes locked with mine, my name on her lips.
However, as hot as shower sex could be, the difference in our heights was going to make that immensely difficult. More so because I wanted to look into her eyes when I was fucking her. Had she been anyone else, bending her over and slamming home would’ve been an easy decision. Not to mention, I was sure that would take place