Page 65 of Accidental Mile High Vows

“A shower does sound nice, though.”

His eyebrow arches. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

I stand and head to the bathroom before he can respond. The sauna is beautiful, with cedar wood and soft lighting, and the shower boasts a similar spa-like style. There’s a wide, rainfall shower head, a cedar bench against the wall, and dim romantic lighting. I turn on the water and let it heat up while I undress.

Ledger appears in the doorway, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.

I drop my dress to the floor and stand there naked. “You coming?”

He’s out of his clothes in record time.

The water is warm when we step into the shower. I sit on the smooth wooden bench, and Ledger sits beside me, his hand resting on my thigh.

We allow the water to fall over us, eyes closed, and within minutes, I can feel my muscles relaxing. Ledger’s body is slick beside me, his tattoos standing out starkly against his skin in the dim light.

“This was a good idea,” he murmurs.

“I have those sometimes.”

He turns to me, and the look in his eyes makes my breath catch. “You have them all the time.”

Then he’s kissing me, his hands sliding up my sides, and I arch into his touch. Under the cascading water, our bodies move against each other in ways that are both familiar and new.

“I’ve been wanting this since the office,” he says against my mouth. “Since you pulled away and said we should wait.”

“I wanted it to be right. To mean something.”

“It always means something.” His mouth moves to my neck, and I gasp. “But this? After tonight? After watching you be incredible? This is everything.”

His mouth finds my breasts, and I’m making sounds I don’t recognize, lost in the sensation of his tongue and teeth and the steam surrounding us.

He backs me against the cool wall, hands branding my slick hips. His mouth crashes into mine, tongue sliding deep, tasting like whiskey and want. I moan into him, nails scraping down his chest, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, and he lifts me ontohis lap, thighs spread wide over his. His cock rests hot against my belly, pulsing with every heartbeat.

He doesn’t push inside yet. Instead, he cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they ache, until I’m rocking against him, desperate for friction. “Tell me what you want, princess.”

“You,” I breathe, grinding down. “I want my husband to fill me up.”

He growls, low and filthy, and guides the head of his cock to my entrance. I sink down slow, inch by thick inch, the stretch burning sweet in the humid air. My head falls back, a broken sound escaping as he bottoms out. “Feel how your husband owns you,” he rasps, hands gripping my ass, spreading me wider.

I start to move, slow rolls of my hips, savoring every drag. Water drips between my breasts, down my spine. He watches it fall, eyes dark, then leans forward to lick a path from my collarbone to my nipple, sucking hard.

Warm, soothing water is falling around us, making every sensation sharper. I ride him faster, chasing the slow burn building low in my belly.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demands, one hand sliding up to fist my hair.

“You, Ledger,” I gasp, walls fluttering around him. “Fuck, only yours.”

He thrusts up to meet me, slow and deep, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. His thumb finds my clit, circling lazily, teasing. “Good girl. Milk me dry.”

I whimper, trying to speed up, but he holds my hips still, forcing me to feel every deliberate stroke, thick and relentless inside me.My thighs tremble. My nipples brush his chest with every roll, sparks shooting straight to my core.

Minutes stretch, water pouring over us, our breaths ragged. He keeps me on the edge, never letting me tip over, thumb brushing my clit just enough to make me sob with need. “Please,” I finally beg, voice cracking. “Ledger, please let me come.”

He smiles against my throat, teeth grazing. “Come all over your husband’s cock, princess. Show me how much you love being mine.”

His thumb presses hard, circles viciously, and the world whites out. I shatter, walls clamping down, a raw scream tearing from my throat as I come undone around him. My whole body shakes, slick gushing between us, coating his thighs. He thrusts up once, twice, holding deep, but doesn’t follow. “Not yet,” he growls against my ear. “I’m wrecking you twice more.”