Page 62 of The Curse Trilogy

“I love you,” he says gently before I walk into the bedroom.

I can’t stifle the foolish, girly grin, and I turn back to stare into the eyes that still hold secrets.

“I love you.”

He mimics my goofy grin, and then I shut the door while Clay and Hale continue discussing the night like a couple of silly girls. The shower shoots free from the spout, and I wait for the water to be almost scalding before I climb in.

The steam instantly fogs over every surface, and it’s almost hard to see one step in front of me. I shed Hale’s shirt, and then I step into the scorching tempered water. It’s almost breathtaking how incredible I feel right now. It just feels so right to be with Hale, and his secrets can stay locked up as long as they aren’t going to silently rip us apart.

I feel lips caressing my shoulder from behind, and I smirk as I turn to face the sneaky man that has just invited himself into my shower.

“Couldn’t stay away?” I seduce.

“What do you think?” he provocatively dares, and his hands grip my sides before pulling me to him.

“I think you and I are never getting out of this room,” I snicker out, and his lips fold over mine.

His eyes show passion, excitement, and an animalistic desire that heats my blood to a near boil.

“I’ve spent three years praying for another chance to be with you. I’m not risking letting you out of my arms for any amount of time,” he smolders out, and I can tell he’s not going to waste any time.

He grips me at my waist, and I feel the slick surface of the shower’s tile behind me as his erection threatens its entry by just barely staying out of me. My lower half starts throbbing almost instantly, and his lips scour mine for more passion.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I breathe, and his erection makes good on its threat as it slides deep into me.

I gasp at the slow takeover his body forces onto mine. My head tilts back, as he holds me up, and his lips stroke the sides of my neck as he starts his incredible back and forth teasing rhythm. The slow pace becomes almost painful when my insides try to scream out for more, and he answers the plea by picking up speed.

My nails dig into his back, and I feel the power of his desire overwhelming me as he begins his pounding. His teeth tug at my lower lip, and I’m almost hoping he’s going to bite down and turn this into an all-day-long event.

“I love you,” he mutters into my mouth when he releases his grip on my lip, and then his lips reclaim mine once more in a desperate kiss.

His tongue tangles with mine in an explosive and erotic struggle, and my legs tighten around his waist as the first shiver runs through me to warn me of my building release.

“I love you,” I utter in a breathless squeal, and he pounds in even harder to take me completely.

I feel as though we were designed for each other because his body fits mine too perfectly. The deep thrusts send more shivers, and the water rushes over us to add more steam to the fiery moment. His breath becomes more panted, and his growling grunts beg me to come.

I scream when I can’t fight the urge any longer, and he slams deep into me twice more to find his own release, staying inside me at the deepest point as his life connects with mine. He holds me to him as I go limp in his arms, and then he kisses my lips so softly. He starts to put me down, but my legs tighten around his waist because I’m scared I’m too exhausted to stand on my own.

“You know you’re going to get fucked again if you don’t stand up,” his incredibly sexy voice warns.

The throbbing returns, and, despite my depleted state, I dare, “Then fuck me again.”

His eyes widen at the crude request, and the shower door opens as he swishes into the room with me. Our scorching, wet bodies blister the cool air, and the bed trembles beneath us as he begins his punishing rhythm once more without so much as wasting one second.

I grip the sheets that are now soaked under me, and he stands up to stare down at me while pumping harder and harder. His eyes show that wild man I’ve always been prey to, and his teeth grit together as he forces the feelings to start all over again. He uses my upper thighs as handles as he jerks me against his thrusts, but I get a little tired of him doing all the work.

I rip away from the incredible fuck, and he almost looks confused until I jerk him down to the bed. I straddle him, and I sit straight up while staring into those completely seduced and savagely amused eyes.

I bend down to barely press my teeth against his skin, and then I rise up to start my own punishing rhythm. His eyes almost roll back in his head as he concedes the power and revels in the pleasure my rising and falling hips are offering.

I turn around to face the opposite direction, and his breath hitches.

“Fuck, Araya. I’m going to go too soon if you don’t stop,” he hisses out, and his hands grip my ass as he closes in on his delicious moment.

“Then do it, and I’ll fuck you again,” I smolder out, and he gasps as his warmth explodes into me once more.

A knock at the door interrupts the wild session, and we both scramble for clothes.