my lips. She tensed before all her energy released on a low moan.
Baker trembled. I withdrew my fingers and extended them toward her face. “Suck.”
Her eyes widened, but she clasped my wrist in her delicate hands and lowered her head. She darted her tongue out and flicked it over the tip of my finger.
I buried my face against her wet heat, though I kept my eyes locked on hers. She popped my finger in her mouth. I slipped my tongue inside of her. My first taste of her had my dick so hard I thought I’d come all over myself.
Easy sucked on my finger and my dick wept in protest. The urge to bury myself deep inside of her became almost impossible to ignore, but I forced myself to focus on her. She’d come by my mouth before we left this shower.
She chanted my name. I’d never heard a sweeter sound. Never tasted anything better. I’d been addicted before I ever touched her. Now, she owned me.
“How?” The question was a breathy rasp. Her eyelids were leaded as she watched me in fascination.
I didn’t stop to answer, fueled by the twinge of pain in my scalp where she fisted my hair. I licked her from ass to clit before delving back into her.
“Falling,” she whispered as she came on my tongue.
I lapped until my face was coated in her, and it still wasn’t enough. My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, holding her to me. She lifted her hips, begging me for more with her body.
I kissed her sex until her orgasm receded. She sagged, her weight on me for support. My lips trailed up her stomach, her sternum, her neck, until I reached her mouth. I claimed it, and she yielded.
I cupped her face and tenderly touched my lips to hers. “So perfect.”
Her mouth curved into a satisfied smile. “Is that what you planned when you stormed into my shower?”
“I may have thought about it once or twice.” I winked, and she snickered.
Making her come had nearly made me forget about my cock, but when she laughed, I quickly remembered.
“Are you going to make a habit of it?”
“Absolutely.”
She pressed on her toes and stole a kiss. A warmth spread over me from the inside out that I didn’t understand. I only knew it was unique to her.
Her grin was pure seduction when she peeled her lips from mine. “My turn.”
She slid down the wall to her knees before I could stop her. “Baker . . .” All thoughts died when she took me in her hands and flicked her tongue in my leaking slit. “Shit.”
Her lips closed around the head of my dick, those doe eyes staring up at me as she pumped my shaft. Jesus. I wasn’t going to last long. Not with her on her knees, my fantasies come to life.
“That mouth . . .”
She bobbed, taking me a little deeper every time. One of her hands cupped my balls while the other jacked me off. “You’re spoiling me, Easy,” I rasped as I hit the back of her throat.
Her teeth grazed my sensitive length as she released me. She sucked on the head before plunging down again. Her eyes never left mine.
Powerful.
That was what this connection was between us.
I caressed her cheek and thrust my hand out to the wall for support. Like an avalanche, my orgasm built, starting in the backs of my thighs. Lightning raced up my spine. My balls drew up and my dick swelled.
“Do you want it? In that pretty mouth?”
She sucked harder, faster until I exploded into her mouth with a grunt. My hips pumped until I was spent, and she swallowed everything I had to give like she couldn’t get enough.
I dropped down to the floor and scooped her into my arms. She settled against me, and I kissed the top of her head.
Her fingers traced a pattern on my stomach, and I prayed she’d never stop touching me. Lukewarm water sprayed our legs. I had to get her out of there before it turned cold, but couldn’t find the energy to move.
She scraped a fingernail down my chest. “You’re gonna be so late for work every day.”
Chapter Twelve
Baker
I’d lost my mind getting in that shower with him.
But I couldn’t stand his pain and wanted to do anything to stop it, even at the risk of my own psyche.
I was more attracted to Holt than I’d ever been to another man. I hadn’t expected that. The power of