on his wet body plastered against mine, on his hard cock against my belly.
He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing a path over my jaw, then my neck, as his hands kneaded my ass. He sucked up the water with licks and kisses against my skin, but they were much gentler than that first kiss had been.
I tugged on the hair at the back of his neck. “More,” I whispered hoarsely.
He looked searchingly into my face. Whatever silent question he was asking, he must’ve found his answer, because in the next instant, he spun me around so I was facing the wall and pressed into my back, the shower’s spray still hitting our shoulders and sides.
He pulled me back against him, one hand on my hip, one on my shoulder.
“Feel my body against yours, Eve.” He moved against me, our slick skin making it easy, then ground his erection into my ass. My lips parted. Yes, this was exactly what I needed.
“Listen to my voice.” It was low and all kinds of sexy. He spoke close to my ear, then bent his head and gently bit my shoulder.
“Feel my hands.” He squeezed my hip and shoulder. Then he moved one hand to my breast and the other between my legs.
I gasped, my breaths coming faster and shallower.
I placed my palms flat against the slick tiles, my elbows half-bent as I leaned forward. My ass ground into Josh’s rock-hard erection, and he groaned. The sound bounced off the tiles and sent another wave of desire straight between my legs, where his hand started moving against my aching flesh.
Josh’s long, artistic fingers were nimble, and it wasn’t long before the sound of my heaving breaths filled the bathroom. I closed my eyes.
But that was a mistake.
As soon as I didn’t have anything to look at, images assaulted my brain: Alec falling to his knees, the blood pooling around him, the blood swirling around the drain.
I forced my eyes open just as Josh pushed two fingers in. It felt incredible, but I wanted more. I leaned forward until my forehead rested against the tiles, my hands on either side of my head.
“More,” I demanded with my words and my body, arching back into him.
He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He wasn’t slow or careful. He drove into me in one precise thrust. I was ready for him—his hands had made sure my pussy was as dripping wet as the rest of my body—but the sudden sensation of having him completely inside me, the wonderful fullness, surprised me in the best way.
“Yes,” I grunted.
All the bloody images were driven from my mind as Josh started to move. As I knew he would, he figured out exactly what I wanted. What I needed. He pounded into me, deep powerful strokes that had my whole body moving, my breasts bouncing.
He squeezed my hip hard with one hand, pulling me back onto him as he drove forward. His other hand went back to where we were joined. This time his fingers weren’t so gentle and exploratory. He went straight for the most sensitive spot and started rubbing firmly in time with his thrusts.
I kept my eyes open. I watched his hand moving between my legs, my boobs bouncing, his calves and thighs flexing with every movement. I focused on watching us fuck, listening to our grunts and moans echoing in the hot bathroom, feeling Josh slide in and out of me.
The pressure built low in my belly, and I chased it, let it take over. Pleasure traveled up my spine and spread to my chest, my head. Almost animalistic noises burst past my lips as I completely gave in to the orgasm. Stars burst across my vision, the intense waves of pleasure making me stiffen and press my cheek against the wall.
Both Josh’s hands gripped my hips as he continued to push in and out of me, but his movements had lost intensity. Now he was taking it slow, making me feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, careful and gentle as I came down from my orgasm.
As I started to catch my breath, I realized my eyes had closed. Images of blood and violence once again seeped into my mind. Alec falling . . . blood pooling . . . blood circling the drain.
I ground my teeth and grunted in frustration, pushing against the tiles until I was upright again.