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I lean in, already working at my belt buckle. This woman’s a fucking addiction. “For something so sweet, Cupcake, you sure got a dirty mouth.”
“Make it dirtier,” she begs, then launches herself into my arms. Smashes her lips to mine.
That’s when I notice she’s shivering. Goosebumps coat her naked body. I swear at myself.
I’m a fucking asshole.
I tear my gun off my hip, kick off my jeans, and slide her up my body. She hooks her legs around my waist, and the small swell of her belly rests against mine, causing my heart to wrench. She stares at me, heavy-lidded, her focus zeroed in on the muscles of my chest.
“Davis?”
“Shower,” I tell her. “Hold on, baby.”
We step into the steam and pelting hot water. Carefully, I set her on her feet and maneuver her away from the water, positioning her so her body gets enough to stay warm, but her arm stays dry.
I lean in over her, my body molding to hers. Mouth to her ear, I growl, “Turn around and put your hand on the wall.”
“Yes,” she gasps, and flattens her good hand over the tile for balance.
I loop an arm high around her belly. Hold tight. “I got you. You won’t slip.”
Her dark head falls back. Her lips in a pretty pout as she looks at me. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile because of what’s happened. Fuck me hard, Davis. I need it hard.”
I flatten my body against hers. Cage her against the shower wall so she has no escape.
“You want it. You got it,” I rasp. “Hang the fuck on.”
No more waiting.
Water beats down on us as I grip her hips, positioning her ass against my cock. And then I thrust into her. She’s goddamn dripping, and I slide right in to her sweet, hot warmth.
Dakota mewls, her fingers curling against the tile.
“Ain’t gonna last long,” I growl into her ear. “Been waiting for you for the last six years, Cupcake.”
Her eyes flash open. A small smile lifts her lips. Feline, Ravenous. Beautiful. “Did you think about me, Hotshot?” A whisper of a question. A beacon of hope. An echo of the past.
“Cupcake, every goddamn hour I think about you.”
The words hollow me out. If she had no inkling of how I felt, she does now.
Her lips part. “Oh.”
Dakota shivers as I fit a palm to her stomach. The smallness of her belly, the curve of it, has an unfamiliar warmth spreading through me.
She pulses around me, hips working in small circles. The rhythmic motion squeezes my cock like a fucking boa constrictor.
Heart pounding, I slam into her. Dakota whimpers and leans her head back against my chest, eyes shut, her mouth open in a pouty O. She lets me hold her, lets me claim her body as mine. Steam covers us in a dewy cloud. I grit my teeth as I work us both into a familiar rhythm. One I never forgot. Hard. Primal. Savage.
I lower my mouth and bite the curve of her neck. Again and again, I slam into her. Some part of me hates being rough with her, but her body and her words tell me she needs it. Wants it. She cries out with each wild thrust, her breasts bouncing, her skin pink from the water.
“Faster,” she sobs. Her pussy clenches around me like a vise and I groan. “Oh god, faster, Davis.”
“Moan my name, baby.” I sweep a thumb over her dark nipple. Pinch. “Take that pretty mouth and put it to good work.”
She does. Her squeals echo throughout the bathroom, overtaking the hiss of the water.
“Come for me, Cupcake.” My voice is so ragged I don’t recognize it. “Don’t ever hold back for me, you hear me?”
