Her fingers tighten on the towel edge as her throat bobs in a gulp. “I’m scared Calvin will appear at Castle Beach and make a scene. That my parents will hear awful rumors. That I’ll disappoint you three?—”
“You cannot disappoint us, so let that worry go,” I interject.
She exhales shakily. “I fear this won’t last. That I’ll lose the security I feel with you.”
A pang slices through me. “Whatever happens, in this, you are not alone.”
Her eyes glimmer. “Do you mean it?”
If only she knew. How much I’m holding back, how much I believe my brothers are, as well. I give her a mere nod—I do not trust my voice. Not in this moment. I tug the towel loose. It pools at her feet, exposing flushed skin. I swallow hard to clear my throat. It’s gone thick at the sight of her. “May I?”
She nods, trust shining in her gaze. I walk her to the shower and strip away my clothes. The water is warm, but nothing compared to her lips on mine. It’s like flying, or a drug of some kind.
I had honestly thought we would talk, or something more innocent, but there is nothing innocent in my mind when Anya is naked. Naked and wet? Nothing left in my head but the purest filth.
I reach between her thighs, finding her slick already. “Were you having naughty thoughts in the shower, doll?”
Her breasts heave with her breath. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
But she quickly shakes her head, turning somehow redder in her cheeks.
I slow my hand, which makes her whimper for more. “Tell me, or this stops.”
Her voice is rough. “Thinking about last night.”
A prideful smirk takes my face. “The three of us?—”
“You.”
What is bigger than pride? I’m unaware, but whatever it is, I can’t help but feel it. “Me?”
“Last night…it was amazing. But I was thinking about your face when you first…entered me.”
My face?“What about it?”
She hooks her hand around the back of my neck, yanking me to her mouth for a brutal kiss. It’s a heady thing, passion given form. She breaks the kiss, lightly panting. “I’ve never seen a man look so lost and found at the same time as when we started last night.”
That’s it. That’s it, exactly. A precise description of how I felt last night. I don’t know how she sees me so clearly, and it’s dangerous.
And I don’t give a fuck. Her plush curves feel like home.
I lift her thigh to spread her open and arch myself into her heat, plunging as deeply as I can. Her groans echo on the tile, filling my head. Mine, as well. I can’t hold back how good this feels. Vaguely, I wonder if I’m making the same face as last night, because again, I am lost and I am found.
I pick her up by her legs, keeping her back against the wall. She has no choice but to cling to my shoulders for balance. Breathlessly, she gasps, “I’m too heavy?—”
I kiss her to shut her up. I’ll be damned if I let her finish that ridiculous sentence. Deep thrusts send her up the wall, and her eyes roll back and her breaths grow ragged, as if she’s already close to something big. I’m too in the moment to feel her pulse on me until she takes a rich, gasping breath, and then I feel it.
I feel all of it. There’s that pride again, swelling in me. “Already at your body’s mercy, aren’t you?”
All I get is an answering whimper and half a nod. She’s lost too, but this time, to the pleasure of my work. She grips the top of my shoulders, her nails planting in my skin. She works her jaw, as though trying to speak, but her body won’t let her. Another strangled gasp, and then, “Down!”
I’m tempted to keep her off her feet and make her come like this, but there’s panic in her tone, so I gentle her down and pull out. She damn near collapses against me, panting hard. I hold her to keep her on her feet. “What’s wrong?”
Her head lobs against my shoulder, her gasps cool against my chest. The words come out with gaps between them. “Gonna come too hard…like that. Didn’t…want to…hurt you.”
This will not do. She lacks faith in me, and I try not to take that personally, but it’s no easy task. The truth is, we don’t know each other well enough for this to be an insult, but it stings all the same.