Page 218 of The Friends and Rivals Collection

Hot, soapy water slides down her breasts, slipping over her belly and gliding across the silver ring in her navel. Her wet hair is lathered thick with shampoo. A trickle of muddy water runs down the drain.

“Told you I was dirty,” she says with a wry grin.

I cup her cheek, bending to reach her as she rises on tiptoes. “But I already knew that.”

I slam my lips to hers, and we both groan.

Her hands shoot to my pecs, slide over my shoulders, and loop around my neck.

As for mine, I can’t keep them off her tits.

I palm those gorgeous beauties as I kiss her hard and fearlessly.

I kiss her so she knows how much I want her, how much I need her, and how much I expect her to be the only woman in my arms ever.

Mia dissolves against me, sliding closer, rubbing her hot little body against mine. Water sluices between us, slips down my nose, and glides over my chest.

This kiss is rough and hungry, our teeth clicking together, our lips bruised. She kisses me as fiercely as I kiss her, and I know—no, I believe —that the way we kiss says all the things we’re not saying.

I need you. I want you. You’re mine.

If she’s ready to take the next step now, or in six months, or in a year, I’ll be fine with it. And because I’m in love with her, I’m going to give her the time she needs. I’m going to be patient with her as she figures us out.

At last, I pull away, my breath coming in jagged pants. “Missed that. I missed that so fucking much.”

She tips up her chin. “I missed you.”

I arch a questioning brow as my lips quirk up. “Did you?”

“So much,” she murmurs, sliding her hand between my legs and grasping my dick. Her eyes light up with mischief. “Sometimes I think you don’t realize how much I like you, Patrick.”

I can’t help but smile. And I can’t help but groan as I thrust into her hand as the water streams over us. “Why don’t you show me?”

She grips me harder, her hand twisting around my dick as she strokes. “It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve touched, but it’s only been thirteen days. And if we were doing the long-distance thing, this is what it would be like.”

Desire rattles through my bones. “Like we’re going to explode?”

She shakes her head. “No. Like we don’t get enough of each other.”

“You know that’s how I feel. You know that, right?”

“I do.”

I shudder on an upstroke, and my brain threatens to short circuit from her touch. “Sometimes I don’t think you know how much you affect me.”

She brushes her lips to mine in the sweetest, most sensual kiss as she tugs harder. When she pulls away, she says, “Then show me how much I affect you.”

She lets go of my cock, spins me around so my back is to the tiled wall, and drops to her knees. Gripping my shaft again, she brings me to her mouth, her eyes sparkling with wild desire as she licks the head.

And I die. Because holy hell. This is heaven. This is another world. This is Mia, on her knees, sucking me off.

Sparks shoot through my body and ripple across my wet skin. As she draws me in deep, she keeps her eyes on me as if she’s saying watch me .

I grab her head, circling my hands around it.

She hums on my dick, and the vibration spreads through my whole damn body.

My legs shake, and I have a feeling this won’t go down in the record books as the longest blow job.

Pleasure slams into me as she flicks her tongue over the head.

The sensations are so intense it’s like an onslaught of euphoria.

Shockwaves of desire rocket through me with her every touch.

“Mia,” I groan, my eyes floating closed.

She stops, and I fall from her mouth as she demands, “Watch me.”

I blink open my eyes and pull her closer. “Get back on me.”

She pumps her fist down my shaft, working me over, licking the tip.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

She shakes her head, smiling wickedly. “No, but I want to blow your mind.” She toys with me using tight, teasing strokes.

“Take me in,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mia,” I say, as if in warning.

“Tell me what you want, Patrick.”

“You,” I groan, frustration and desire seeping into my voice in equal measure. “You, all the time. You, around the clock. You with me always. You. Fucking you. And right now, I want your lips on my dick.”

With a wildly satisfied grin, she gives me the relief I seek, wrapping her lips nice and tight around me. She takes me so deep I hit the back of her throat. “Christ, Mia. You know why this is so good?” I ask, as sheer bliss threatens to obliterate my brain.

She shakes her head. I grip her tighter, my fingers digging through her hair as the water pounds us both.

“Because it’s you doing this to me,” I say, and her eyes blaze. “It’s you I’m looking at. It’s all you.”

One more suck. One more thrust into her throat. One more moment of holding her gaze. That’s all I can take. I don’t even try to fight it off. The orgasm rips through me as I come in her throat with a growl.

My climax erases the world, the cabin, the entire day. All I’m aware of is the intensity of the aftershocks as they spread to every molecule, until Mia stretches and rises, wedging her body against me.

I open my eyes and grasp her tight, hold her close. As I come down from the high, she takes the soap, rubs it on her hands, and washes my arms, my chest, my abs.

God, how I love her.

She runs a soapy fist down my dick, and it tickles.

I laugh.

I love her so fucking much.

I take the soap from her and turn her around, rinsing the remnants of shampoo from her hair, then spreading conditioner in, and washing her arms, legs, belly, and breasts. By the time I’m done washing off the conditioner, she has sparkly skin and probably the cleanest tits in the world.

I take her face in my hands and breathe out hard. She looks up at me, her eyes big and vulnerable. “Is that how I affect you?”

I swallow hard, shake my head.

A crease appears in her brow. “It’s not?”

I run my finger down the line in her forehead. “Sometimes, maybe most of the time, I don’t think you realize that I’m completely in love with you.”

She melts into my arms, her soft, naked body pressed to mine. Her lips part, but she says nothing, and I’m not sure why. But then, she turns the shower off, and a lone tear streaks from her eye.