to me.
I wanted her. I didn’t think I deserved to have her, but I wanted her all the same. And yeah, I wanted her body, but I also wanted her attention, her softness, her willingness to push back when I’d pushed first. For now, that had to be enough. Hell, that was more than I could handle.
“I decided to leave this morning without saying goodbye. I heard the shower and knew I could make a clean getaway.”
She’d kicked the door open for me to ask her why she hadn’t left. To tell her I was glad she’d come in here instead. To say I needed her here as much as I needed my next breath. But my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Tell her you are glad she’s here. Tell her she’s beautiful. Tell her you’re sorry. Say something.
But for some fucked-up reason I couldn’t. As if my body was fighting me, my jaw locked. My lips pressed tight. The words living in a deep, dark part of me clogged my throat. But still I kept silent. I stroked her back with my fingertips, hoping that my weakness wasn’t revealed in my eyes.
“Tough guy,” she said, and then I wondered if she could read my mind and knew everything I was thinking.
She lifted to her tiptoes and kissed me. Soap slid between our bodies and my brain short-circuited. I tested the seam of her lips with my tongue and she opened to me, darting the tip of her tongue out to meet mine. Her mouth moved slowly, lazily over mine. Her tongue tangled with mine just as slowly and lazily. It was the most erotic kiss I’d ever experienced. With anyone.
Spearing my fingers through her damp hair, I cradled the back of her head, angled her mouth to the side and deepened the kiss. Heat licked like fire down my limbs. A soft mewl sounded in the back of her throat as our tongues continued sparring. When her hand gripped my dick, I had to pull my mouth from hers to suck in a breath. Her touch felt so good. I hadn’t realized how much I needed it.
How much I needed her.
She stroked and I grunted against her smiling mouth.
“There’s something I haven’t had a chance to do yet.” She nipped my bottom lip with her teeth.
I swallowed thickly, knowing what she was talking about, and trying not to utter the word “please” repeatedly. I wasn’t a beggar.
Usually.
“If you don’t want me to,” she said, her tone teasing and husky as her thumb brushed over the head, “say the word.”
My next words came out dry, but they were heartfelt. “If you think I’d tell you not to do something to me, you’re crazier than I am.”
I devoured her mouth, swallowing her giggles and not giving her the chance to sass me again. My teeth, my tongue, my lips were everywhere at once. My skin was feverish, the steam from the shower making it hard to breathe. I pulled back to see if she was still with me and was sucked in by the cute slope of her nose, her full pink mouth, and her wet, spiky eyelashes over her dark eyes.
She’s so incredible. I bit my tongue to keep from saying it. Why couldn’t I say it?
She started working me again as her mouth landed on my chest.
“Have you ever had the good girl go down on you in a shower?” she purred up at me.
My cock pulsed in her hand. She gave me a gentle squeeze.
“I—”
Her teeth raked down my torso and I would have been amused that I was speechless if I hadn’t been concentrating so hard on not coming before I felt her mouth on me. I was powerless around her—a prospect that should have scared me to death. At the moment, I really didn’t care.
I palmed the back of her head as her lips sipped my wet skin and her tongue dipped into my belly button. My abs clenched as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it away from her face. When she sank lower, all thought ceased.
I anchored one hand against the back of the shower wall and looked down at her kneeling before me. Keeping her eyes on mine, she licked me from balls to head, and my entire body caught fire.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, sucking me in, abrading me with her teeth. Hard enough to be dangerous, but so, so good. I tightened my calves