Fragile Hearts (Poplar Falls #4) - Amber Kelly Page 0,54

finally shatters. Her cries float into the air, echoing around us.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

Bellamy

He holds me in the water until my trembling stops.

He’s breathing heavily, and I’m clinging to him.

I finally bring my face from his neck and look at him. His expression is soft.

“Are you cooler now?” I ask.

He grins. “Not exactly,” he answers.

I let go, and he releases me. I kick my legs, and I swim a couple of feet away before looking back at him.

“Come on. The water gets colder, the farther you go in.” I beckon him.

He stands there, and a painful expression crosses his face. “I’m going to need a minute,” he says.

I start back toward him, and he puts his hand up to halt me.

“That’s not going to help. You need to stay over there,” he states firmly.

He must see my face fall at his demand because he gives me a tight smile and explains, “I need a minute, sweetheart, and you coming back over here at this moment is going to make that minute even longer.”

It takes me a second, but then I get it.

“Oh,” I murmur, and a pang of guilt hits me because my limbs are loose and sated.

I swim to him anyway, and he watches me as I approach.

“I’ve heard a cold shower helps with that,” I tease.

“Have you now?” he asks with amusement in his voice.

I nod.

“In fact, I think we should test that theory,” I suggest before kicking past him and walking up onto the shore.

I pick up my bra, jeans, and my tee as I walk back toward the house.

I look over my shoulder, and he is slowly making his way to the edge of the water.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” I tell him before taking off for the house at a jog.

I run upstairs, step into the massive glass shower, and turn on the sprays. There are four. A rain showerhead in the center and one spray coming from each of the three walls. I slide my panties down my legs and kick them off, and then I stand in the middle with my back to the glass door.

I don’t turn around as I hear him enter the bathroom.

He stands there for a while, just watching me as I take the shampoo and lather it in my hair.

“Are you coming in?” I ask over my shoulder.

The shower door opens, but he hesitates.

I keep my feet planted and stop myself from turning around.

Finally, I feel his heat at my back … and then his lips at my ear.

“This isn’t a cold shower,” he growls.

Under the waterfall, I lean my head back onto his chest. I blink up at him as the soap rinses out of my hair and glides down our bodies.

“It can be. If that’s what you want.”

He reaches around me for the knob, and disappointment washes over me as I watch him slowly begin to turn it.

I close my eyes and start to pull away when the spray gradually gets warmer.

“Where are you going?” he asks as he moves my hair and touches his lips to my shoulder.

I open my eyes to a cloud of steam licking its way up the tiles.

His hands rest on my hips as he pulls me back into him. He slips them around my stomach as he starts to gently suck at my throat.

A whimper escapes me as he continues to explore my bare skin.

He strokes the underside of my breasts before taking their weight into his palms. My knees grow weak as the pads of his thumbs find my taut nipples.

“Brandt,” I moan his name as I sink further back into him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks as he rolls the tender peaks between his fingers.

“Yes … ah,” I groan.

He feeds one of his knees between my legs to steady me, and the contact sends a shudder through me.

I reach out to the tiles for support and bear down on him to get better pressure where I want it. It feels so damn good. A needy sound rises in my throat, and then all of a sudden, Brandt picks me up and spins me around. My back hits the shower wall, and his mouth covers mine.

His control finally snaps, and his kiss grows wild. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I gasp. He takes the opportunity to hungrily suck my tongue into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and tug at his wet hair. I can’t get him close