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He turned to me, eyebrow raised. “Really?”
“What better way to save water?”
We could have gotten out of the shower once the grime waswashed off of us, but the second I saw his naked body under the spray of water, I had other plans.
The bathroom was a humid mix of both of our body washes, and I’d been watching him clean up like it was my favorite TV show.
“Do you need a picture?” he asked as he rinsed the conditioner out of his hair.
“I wouldn’t say no,” I replied. “But there’s something else I could use instead.”
“Get over here.”
Cain tugged me into the spray, pressing his lips to mine. He tried to take it slow, to drag out our first kiss like he always did, but I’d spent the last fifteen minutes watching his broad shoulders and his rippling muscles. I was more than ready.
I nipped at his tongue, earning a groan from him as I deepened the kiss. His fingers dug into my ass as he brought me closer.
I wasn’t sure if I should rush this or take my time, but my body told me I needed a release as soon as possible. Some nights when we fell into bed, we were too exhausted to do anything but wrap each other in our arms.
The memory of what he could do to me always simmered under the surface, begging to be brought to life.
I bit his bottom lip. His erection was pressed to my stomach, nothing in between us.
After what had happened with Trevor, I didn’t think anything could feel like this. I wasn’t used to heat under my skin, or even being wanted in the same way I wanted someone else. This was a puzzle piece clicking together easily after being forced to try and fit somewhere that it didn’t belong.
Nothing in the past mattered anymore. It was all compounded until it was flat and empty. In this moment, he was perfect, and that was all that mattered.
My nipples were hard, begging to be kissed. My clit was on fire as it asked for attention too. I wanted him everywhere. No, Ineededhim.
But Cain’s attention was on my mouth. His hands sliding on my wet body weren’t enough, yet I lingered on every movement.
“Goddammit, if you don’t touch me right now ...” I trailed off as his hands brushed over my ass.
“You’ll what? Keep making those noises?” Now his hand moved to my breast. “I like torturing you.”
“You asshole.”
He huffed out a laugh and then pushed me against the tile wall. I didn’t feel the cold on my back, only the feeling of my heart jumping into my throat.
God, I loved being manhandled.
“What do you need?” His voice was low.
“Everything,” I whispered back.
“Then let’s find a way to give you that,” he murmured into the shell of my ear as his mouth trailed downward.
I arched into him the second he took my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled the sensitive bud, and I had to quiet my moans to keep myself contained.
“No need for that,” he said. “We’re alone this time. Let me hear you.”
Fuck.I slowly lowered my arm. I was used to keeping quiet. There had always been someone around in Nashville. Trevor had never made me scream anyway, but I’d pretended for his sake.
This time, I let go.
A finger teased me open, slowly pushing in. I clenched around him as he hooked and went right to my G-spot, a near-mythical thing. I hadn’t known I could come this way until Cain had showed me I could.
His teeth grazed my nipple and I pressed my head back into the tile, already gasping for breath.