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Hot water cascades down his back, plastering his hair to his forehead. Carter kisses a path down the slope of my chest. He kneels down in front of me, and when his mouth grazes the inside of my thighs, I jolt. I wind my fingers through his hair and tug.
Carter growls and lifts his head up, a strange glimmer in his eyes. “Hold your hands up over your head.”
I do as I’m told and watch as Carter returns to grazing the inside of my thighs. He stops when he’s down on all fours in front of me. Then he sits back on his legs and hoists me up so my bottom half is pressed against his face, and my arms are almost to the ceiling. Startled, I make a low gasping sound and throw my head back. Carter adjusts himself, and his lips crash against my wet folds, searing and demanding.
He’s trying to prove a point, and I don’t care.
I don’t care that he’s not being gentle anymore or that he and I have a lot to sort out first. All that matters is how it feels to have his mouth against mine, to have those long, capable fingers ravaging every inch of my skin.
Until this moment, I had no idea how much I missed him. How much I needed him.
Carter growls into the kiss. I hear a rustling sound, and my eyes fly open when he sets me down and ties my hands together. Wordlessly, he sinks back down to the tile floor. When he glances up at me, there is a look of fierce and stark hunger on his face, the kind that sends another jolt through me.
He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and presses a kiss to my center. I nearly fall apart then and there.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” Carter says in a thick voice. “Do you understand?”
I nod frantically.
Carter cups my ass and squeezes hard. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, sir.” I breathe, struggling to calm my erratic heartbeat. “I’m yours.”
Carter plunges his tongue in between my wet folds, and I cry out.
Wave after wave of pleasure builds within me as Carter’s tongue darts out, licking and sucking. I’m completely at his mercy, with my back pressed against the wall, hands tied together, and my legs over his shoulders, but it doesn’t matter.
He has me right where he wants me, and it’s been weeks of being away from him. Or dreaming of this exact moment.
Carter is devouring me like there’s no tomorrow, and my pulse is moving in time to his movements. As heat and steam fill the bathroom, so do my moans. I can’t bring myself to care that Anita can hear us or that the whole neighborhood can probably hear the desperation and impatience in my voice.
Carter keeps one hand on my legs, and the other presses my breasts together. He flicks my nipples, only pausing when they’re as hard as pebbles. Then his free hand moves down to cup my ass, giving it another firm squeeze. Molten hot desire continues to pool in my stomach as I buck against him.
He makes a low noise in the back of his throat, and I fall. The force of my orgasm rips through me, leaving me writhing and shaking.
Carter lowers my legs, and I’m still shaking as he switches off the water and sweeps me into his arms. In one quick move, he carries me out of the shower, and my head falls against his strong, muscled chest. He doesn’t say anything as he takes me to the bed and sets me down on the mattress. My vision is still shifting in and out of focus as I glance up at him.
Then he flips me onto my back and pushes my arm back over my head.
“Fuck, dove. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He pushes my head forward so it’s pressed against the covers. “I want to fuck you all night long.”
I make a low-strangled noise, but I still can’t speak.
Carter kicks my legs apart and places one leg on either side of me. When he thrusts into me, I twist my arms over my head and try to touch him. He presses his head to the back of my neck and nibbles on my lobe.
“What did I say, dove? You’ve been bad, and you need to be punished.”
With that, he pins my arms back against the mattress and eases out of me.
When he slams back into me, I moan his name, a prayer and a chant on my lips. Carter is muttering unintelligibly in a low voice. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but I recognize the emotion in his voice, the same kind of feeling reflected in every moan. And every time I grind against him.
I want all of the obstacles and everything to melt away as if they never existed to begin with, but I know it’s not going to be that simple.
It never is.
Still, with each thrust and each groan, I feel closer to Carter.
Closer than we’ve felt in months, and as another orgasm looms ever closer, it’s almost as if nothing has changed between us. Each touch, each stroke, and each thrust brings us closer together as if we can fuse into one person. Carter’s movements are no longer slow and practiced, designed to torture me.
