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She was definitely crying, now. Though, he took it as some weird form of approval and rolled off the side, then scooped her into his arms, crossing the short distance to the bathroom. He set her gently on her feet, ensuring she was steady before twisting on the taps as he grabbed a couple of clean towels off the shelf. Steam fogged the glass as he placed the towels on the counter then took her in his arms.
She smoothed her palms up his chest, along his shoulders then behind his head, teasing the hair at his nape. “I hope those muscles aren’t just for show, because I’m liable to fall flat on my face.”
“Are you questioning my virility already?” He shook his head in mock disappointment. “That hurts, sweetheart. Though, for the record, I’d never let you fall.”
He shuffled backwards, angling them both into the shower. Hot water soothed any remaining rawness, the strong spray finally taking away the last of the chill. She stepped into his arms, closing her eyes as he grabbed the soap then ran it across her skin.
She smiled against his chest, laughing to herself at the way he hummed as he smoothed the suds around, easing her back in order to get the rest of her. She clenched her jaw, trying not to react as his fingertips danced across her skin, but between the strength of his touch and the lingering high from her orgasm, it was futile.
Two minutes in, and she was already strung tight. Another two, and he had her pinned to the wall, her ass balanced on a ridiculously small grab bar as he wedged his massive body between her thighs then plunged home.
Foster paused, grunting in seeming pain as he mouthed her shoulder, sucking at her skin as he forced air in and out. What she assumed was him gathering back a semblance of control.
But she didn’t want him controlled. She wanted him raw. Unfettered. All but blind in his need.
Mackenzie braced her arms along his shoulders, biting at his jaw. “Now who’s holding back?”
He snapped his head up, his gaze seizing and holding hers. He furrowed his brow, looking as if he was going to deny her claim before lowering his head as his chest heaved against hers. His breath mixing with the steam billowing around them.
Foster cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure you really want what’s inside of me, sweetheart? Because it’s nothing but shattered pieces.”
She palmed his cheeks, tugging him in even closer. “‘That just makes it easier to put us both back together because I feel broken, too.” She brushed a soft kiss across his lips. “Except when I’m with you.”
He froze — his eyes wide as his breath stalled in his chest. Nothing but those turquoise orbs staring at her as the water echoed around them. Then he was leaning in, claiming her mouth as he crushed her into the tiled wall. He started a hurried rhythm, their combined heat adding to the thick air hanging around them.
She held on, meeting each thrust with a tilt of her hips. Trusting him not to let her fall as she used his shoulders to lever up and take his mouth. Needing that connection to keep her grounded.
Until he groaned against her ear, the desperate sound sending her over.
She arched into him, pulling him as close as possible as her climax shook through her, every muscle squeezed tight until her strength waned, and she collapsed against the shower wall.
Foster kept moving, muttering a raspy version of her name before he stiffened, inhaling a shaky breath. Then, he was emptying inside her, each stabbing thrust sending her higher until everything faded. Leaving only that red-hot pleasure and the firm weight of Foster pressed against her.
Mac came back to her senses realizing she was wrapped in a towel, Foster smiling victoriously at her as he carried her back to bed. She frowned, looking up at him as he placed her on the mattress. “Did I seriously pass out for a few seconds?”
“More like minutes.” He shrugged. “Guess you really were exhausted.”
“You don’t have to look so proud of yourself.”
He leaned in, dropping a kiss on her lips. “We both know I kinda do.”
“Remember that when I bring you to your knees in the morning.”
His eye twitched, the muscle in his temple jumping. “Deal.”
He gave her another kiss, then grabbed the shirt she’d been wearing off the floor along with his pajama pants.
She arched a brow when he handed the shirt to her before pulling on the pants. “Something wrong with being naked?”
“Generally, no. But on the off chance we need to adapt to a dynamic situation, it might be wise to at least have the minimum on.”
“The way I feel, a grenade could go off in the hallway, and I wouldn’t even hear it, but if it means you’ll sleep...”
“You’re the reason I’ll sleep, but Zain would have my ass if I wasn’t still a bit prepared.”
“Like the Sig that’s probably in the nightstand?”
“Exactly.” He climbed onto the bed shuffling them around until she was snugged against him, her head on his chest. “Comfy?”