Page 58 of Only the Wicked

Game on.

I’m on her.

We’re laughing.

When the fuck do I laugh?

Somehow, through flailing limbs and tickles, the clothes get tossed in our rush to the shower.

“I’m surprised you didn’t shower first thing.”

Her breasts are bare and Christ, she has really great tits.

“Why’s that? Is there something about that watering hole I need to know?”

I shake my head because my verbal abilities falter in the presence of a naked woman.

My shorts drop to the ground and her gaze falls. Yes, I’m rock hard.

But I’m also close to her warm, smooth skin, and when our lips connect, all pretense vanishes.

The need to taste her, to worship her, overwhelms every rational thought. I trail kisses down her throat, between her breasts, following the path of water droplets until I’m on my knees. The tile digs into my knee cap when I kneel before her, but it’s pretty fucking hot with her leg over my shoulder and steaming water pounding my muscles. She squirms, moans, and it’s not long before she’s directing me, fisting my hair. Her legs quiver with her climax, and I press my forehead against her as her fingers tease my hair. She lowers her leg and I trace kisses along her skin as I rise. Her fingers wrap around my length and I meet her gaze, then bend to take her mouth. Her strokes are divine, but I ache for more.

“Let me get a condom.”

“I have an IUD. I’m clean. I don’t do this often…it’s been years.”

I see the truth in the depths of her eyes and I willfully shut off my thought processes, instead choosing to feel. To let loose. I lift her, placing her back against the tile, and plunge into her hot heat. Fuck. Nothing’s ever felt like this.

The sensation is overwhelming—her slick heat, no barrier between us, the trust implicit in her words. Having her ride my cock, thighs gripping my hips, my hands cupping her ass, holding her in place while trying my best to avoid slipping and injuring us both? This beats every power move ever made.

When I come, it’s with an intensity that leaves me shaking. I press my face into her neck, breathing hard, trying to process what just happened. We’re skin to skin, nothing between us, and it feels like crossing a line I didn’t even know existed.

Once the aftershocks fade, my considerate side comes out and I wrap her in a towel, examining her back for any sign I was too rough.

“You okay?”

And there’s that grin.

“Think we’ll ever make it to the bed?”

Have we not? No, we have. “Our first night…and morning.”

I tweak her nose.

“Does that count? We didn’t.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I squeeze her toweled ass.

“Hmm. So it only counts if we hmm?”

She giggles at the muted vibrations coming out of my throat.

“Anyway, believe it or not, I didn’t come over here for that.”

“No?”

I step away from her and wrap my lower half in a towel. Steam fogs the mirrors and rivulets rain down in streaks. And that happened with the bathroom door open. Maybe there was a fan we should’ve turned on.

“Didn’t you come in saying you needed to win a bet and there was only one thing you wanted to do?”