Page 201 of Celestial Combat

“You didn’t change your phone’s password,” I murmured, fingers smoothing over his damp skin.

“I have nothing to hide.”

“You knew I could try calling.”

He turned to face me, eyes dark and steady beneath wet lashes. “I trust you.”

The words made something shift in me – tighten, then melt. I stepped in closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, our bare skin slick and warm together. “I told my brother I’m fine. Safe. That this is bigger than him. And that we’ll see him back in New York.”

His hands slid to my waist, slow and grounding. “What did he say?”

I shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. I hung up.”

A faint smile ghosted across his lips. The water between us felt hotter somehow, like the tension that had hung for days was washing down the drain with the steam.

“So I was thinking…” I traced a finger along his jaw. “We’ll head out to the bar tonight. Around ten.”

“That sounds good,” he said, eyes never leaving mine.

“Yeah?”

“Sure, baby.”

I tilted my head, lips brushing his cheek. “Hm. That means we’ve got more than three hours to kill.”

He laughed under his breath, low and rough, pulling me in until our lips touched.

Moments later, the kiss turned hungry. His mouth crushed mine, teeth grazing, tongue deep and possessive. I whimpered into him, fingers digging into his slick chest. I loved when he kissed like that – like he didn’t care about air, or space, or time. Justme.

He stepped back, just enough for me to drop lower.

The heat from the water soaked through my hair and down my spine as I crouched in front of him, hands wrapping around his cock. He was already hard. Already leaking for me.

I opened my mouth and sucked the head slowly, teasing him with the flat of my tongue, loving the way he grunted above me, hips twitching forward. My thighs squeezed together, desperate for friction, but this moment was his –forhim.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, voice low and thick. His hand came down to rest on the back of my head, not pushing – just there. Just in control.

I took more of him in, my jaw stretching, tongue swirling as I bobbed my head, building rhythm, letting the water run down his abs and into my mouth. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care.

“Keep going,” he said, voice sharp. “But straighten your legs.”

I blinked up at him, confused for a beat – until his hand gripped the back of my neck and repositioned me.

“Yeah,” he growled, “That’s it. Bend over for this dick.”

Heat surged through me. With my legs straight, ass in the air as I bent from the waist. My mouth stayed wrapped around him, and now I was sucking him from the side, head tilted to keep eye contact. And the angle made everything hotter. Filthier.

He looked down at me like I was a fucking meal.

One of his hands gripped my hip, holding me in place. The other slid down, between my thighs, his fingers slipping through the wet mess he already knew he caused.

I gasped around his cock as his fingers rubbed slow circles over my clit. It was overwhelming – his cock in my mouth, his hand between my legs, the sound of water and breath and obscene little noises bouncing off the shower tiles.

“That’s it, mama,” he rasped, thrusting his hips just enough to rock deeper into my throat. “You’re soaked. You like sucking my cock while I play with this pretty pussy?”

I moaned helplessly, the vibration making him curse.

His fingers moved faster, rougher now, slipping lower to my entrance, then back up to my clit again. He was drawing it out – pushing me closer while keeping just enough distance to make it maddening.