Torn - Cynthia Eden Page 0,63

was so much power in his body.

Wade glanced over his shoulder. When he saw her through the steam, his face hardened with desire.

Swallowing, she crept forward. Her feet slid over his discarded clothes. Her nipples were already tight, aching. Butterflies seemed to dance in her stomach as she opened the shower door.

He reached out and his hand curled around hers. She could see his stomach now. His chest. Those strong muscles and rock-­hard abs.

He pulled her closer and her head tipped back as she rose onto her toes. His lips were wet when she kissed him. The water slid over her, pouring over her body as she pressed ever closer to him.

She didn’t want to think about the nightmare they’d been through. Didn’t want to think about the victim they hadn’t been able to save.

She didn’t want to—­

Wade lifted her up. Holding her easily with that powerful strength of his. He pressed her back against the cold tile of the shower. Her legs locked around his hips. His cock pushed against her sex.

“Fuck—­condom—­” Wade gritted.

“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.” Stark words. She’d never gone without a condom with another lover. Never even thought about it before. But right now she wanted him to come into her just as he was. Sex-­to-­sex. She wanted wild. She wanted rough. She wanted every single bit of him.

A muscle jerked in his jaw. “I’m clean, too, baby.”

“Then let your . . . control go . . .” She pushed her hips against him. “Just like you said . . . let go.”

He drove into her, full and thick, filling her so completely, and her head tipped back against the tile wall as she gasped out his name. The water kept pouring onto them, streaming down as he thrust into her. Her nails dug into his arms and she held onto him as tight as she could. Again and again he sank into her, sliding his cock right over her clit and increasing the frenzy of her desire.

Her gaze lifted to his face. So brutal in his need. So sexy. Her mouth moved to his shoulder and she pressed a kiss there. Then she bit him, a quick, light bite as the lust beat within her blood.

He growled, and she loved that animalistic sound. Basic. Primal. That was how she felt in that moment, with him. The drive for pleasure was all that mattered. No past, no future. Nothing beyond that instant, nothing beyond their need.

Her lips feathered over him. She pushed her hips against him. Harder. He had swelled even more inside of her, and when his hand came between their bodies . . . when he put his fingers on her clit and stroked her—­

Victoria came with a scream. One that was, hopefully, drowned out by the pounding rush of the water.

He caught her hands, pinned them above her head, and her knuckles pressed to the cold wall. Her breath was heaving out as she peered up at him, and with that one look, Victoria knew . . . His control was gone.

Wade moved so that only one of his hands locked around her wrists, caging them easily above her head. His right hand came down. Stroked her breast. Already sensitive, her nipples were still pebbled and tight and his touch made her shiver.

“My turn,” Wade said. Then he put his mouth on her neck, right there in the spot where her neck curved to meet her shoulder, and he bit her.

Sensual. Wild.

His hips drove against her, slamming deep, and she could only take the pleasure he gave her. Her climax was still rolling through her, making her sex contract, and the way he was moving, the wild plunge of his hips, the way his mouth slid over her shoulder then her neck—­he was just building up her desire again. Making her want so—­

She came again.

Came, just as he did. He groaned out her name as his body completely surrounded her. The pleasure ripped through her, so powerful that she struggled to breathe, and then . . . there was just the rushing sound of the water. Their ragged breaths.

Her drumming heartbeat.

Her eyes were closed, and Victoria slowly blinked them open. Her hands were still above her head, anchored by his hand. He was still in her, still caging her there against the wall.

Slowly, his bent head lifted. He stared down at her, his gaze utterly unreadable.

Then he kissed her. Lightly. Softly.

A few moments later Wade turned off the shower. He