Page 32 of Bouquets and Buckles

She scoops her phone and Kindle up, then crosses toward the stairs.

Our eyes lock.

Those baby blues are almost turned to a deep shade of sapphire, pupils blown out with lust.

My cock is already straining against the front of my jeans.

I let her carry on up to the guest room, hanging impatiently in the kitchen, listening to each footstep, trying to figure out how goddamn long I need to wait before following straight after her. Brad and Flinn seem oblivious to the fact I’m even here, engrossed in what they’re watching, or possibly both half asleep anyway.

The sound of water running drifts down from upstairs.

I’m going to hell for even contemplating this.

It takes everything in me not to mount the steps two at a time. Creeping up as quietly as possible.

Skylar has left her bedroom door open just a crack, and I slip inside, twisting and lifting the handle in exactly the way I know will allow it to shut on silent hinges.

A trail of clothes leads me straight to the bathroom, and when I step through the doorway, my girl is already naked and wet. Her spine rests against the tiled walk-in shower, with swirling steam filling the room, and a glide of soapy bubbles coats those perfect fucking tits and softness of her stomach.

She hits me with eyes I could goddamn drown in, and lifts a finger to her lips.

My eyes drop down to see where her other hand dips in between her thighs. Already working herself, rubbing in small circles over her clit.

I don’t need a second fucking invitation.

My clothes hit the floor, and I’m on her, barely stifling a groan as I hoist her legs around my waist. Holding her tight, with fingers clung around my neck, I shove inside that velvety channel I’ve been fantasizing about. Having to settle instead for fucking my fist the past couple of nights, choking on her name, desperately missing being wrapped together just like this.

“Oh god.” She lets out a soft moan as my cock shoves deep inside. I almost bite my tongue in half with how unbelievably slick she is. This girl is an absolute mess, her pussy is drenched, and it makes me goddamn feral to know this is the state she’s in while thinking about me.

Using one arm to band her soft body against mine, I cover her mouth with my free hand.

“Shh, sweetheart. You’re going to get us caught making slutty little noises like that,” I whisper. The water beats down on my back, and I’m sure no one could hear a thing even if they were standing right outside the door, but we both know it’s the middle of the afternoon, and we’ve not got much time.

Her eyes flash, and she laps her tongue against my palm. The curve of her lips forming a smile beneath my touch is everything.

I drive my hips forward.

Skylar’s nails dig into my nape, and she tightens around me like a fucking dream.

It’s fast and desperate between us; my hips pump into her, keeping her body pressed up against the wall, and I lose any sense of time.

I know it has to be quick. I know I can’t linger here. I know we’re already crossing that line we said we wouldn’t once the snow cleared.

But holy fuck, this girl is everything.

She keeps squeezing me tighter and tighter, and it’s obvious she’s as wound up in a frenzy as I am. The headiness of this moment is almost too much. My teeth are gritted against the sounds that want to burst out of me, that want to explode in a series of grunts and guttural roars of pleasure in time with my dick. Tingling builds in my balls and at the base of my spine as I feel my climax racing forward.

Skylar’s fingers pull on my hair harder and harder as I feel her body tense up. I drive in deep, thrusting, snapping my hips, chasing the sensation of release we’ve both been in agony without, because I know it’s been the same for her.

I quickly withdraw my hand and replace that point of contact with my mouth. Covering hers with my own in a harsh, desperate kiss. Seeking out her clit, everything is in a race to the finish line, when all I want to do is sink into her over and over. I wish we had hours ahead to indulge in as many orgasms as possible, but this right here, a quick fuck in her shower, is what I’ll take if that’s all I can have of her.

She gasps against my lips, trying her hardest to stay quiet, and I suck down on her tongue as I rub hard over her swollen, slippery clit.

My gorgeous girl, my ultimate temptation, absolutely shatters like a dream. She can’t help the noise she makes into my mouth, and I do my best to swallow it down. As she squeezes the life out of me, like a fist wrapped around my length, my own wave peaks and crashes. My cock throbs as I plunge forward and hold, jerking and pulsing inside her. Cum shoots deep, and it all feels so good; it’s always so good with her, feeling like it goes on and on. Like I can’t stop coming.

She’s still fluttering and rippling around my length. Our mouths are nothing but sloppy kisses as our hearts both thunder in time to the water pounding down.

I just want to keep holding her.