He snatches the red fabric from her, nostrils flaring.
“Can he get back in the shower to watch, baby?” I ask, feeling bad for the guy. “It’s cold out there.”
Celine nods as she steps into the shower with me, but Ali shakes his head. “I’ll stay away until she wants me with her.”
Gods, they’re killing me with the loaded statements.
I pull Celine into my chest and drop my lips to hers. She melts against me. She needs this kiss, this hug, this reminder that I’m not going anywhere—and I have no problem giving her all the reassurance she needs.
Her mouth is soft and sweet, the opposite of the tense standoff I witnessed. When her bottom lip quivers against mine, I kiss her harder.Your secrets are safe with me, baby.
Bending over, I hook my forearms under her ass and lift her, teasing the head of my cock against her wet pussy. The urge to thrust inside her is hard to ignore, but we have a show to put on, I have a role to play, and Alistair has a lesson to learn.
I scoot to the side until he can see exactly what he’s missing. Slowly, with my eyes locked on Celine’s, I push inside her and gasp. She feels amazing. Every time I think I’ll get over how good it feels to be with her, she surprises me all over again.
I wedge her tight against the shower wall.
Slow and steady, I ease in and out. My body, riled by Alistair’s bite, has other ideas. Ideas that involve using the shower wall as leverage to fuck her hard and fast.
My breath comes in hungry rasps, and I grind my pelvis against hers on every thrust.
Alistair’s jealous fury adds to the intensity, his predatory stare making the skin on my neck pebble around his bite mark.
When Celine gasps my name, I lose it.
Bringing one hand to her pussy, I rub her clit. Her fingers squeeze my shoulders, gripping me almost frantically.
As she grazes my collarbone with her thumb, I groan and say, “You can break it again if you want.”
Celine frowns with lips swollen from my kisses. “I never want to hurt you. Never.”
Her wet hair is a darker shade of red as it hangs over her shoulders and tangles around us both. When her chin falls, I drop my mouth to her neck. “If you worry about a couple of broken bones, you’ll make me look soft, baby.”
She rolls her eyes, but the sadness disappears.
A strangled grunt reminds me that Alistair is still exiled, watching from his cold, lonely corner. I glance over my shoulder, and my breath catches.
Head pressed against the wall. Blood-red eyes locked on us. Alistair’s jaw is clenched painfully tight. My eyes trail over his naked body, admiring the veins in his forearm as they throb, then tracing the lines of muscle and bone down to his white-knuckled grip on Celine’s red thong.
Alistair shivers, but the heat in his stare... it makes me shiver too.
“He’s sorry, baby,” I blurt. “Look how fucking sorry he is.”
Celine’s breath stutters, and her lungs expand against my chest.
I’m not trying to rub his face in anything—fuck, I hope Ali knows that. I just want us to be okay again. I want to fall asleep knowing we’re watching each other’s backs. I want to wake up and check the windows for sun sneaking around the shades.When Alistair inevitably gets prickly over the reminder of what he can’t do, I want to remind him how good the night feels so he forgets how much he misses the sun.
“Get in here, Ali,” Celine says.
Alistair joins us so quickly the curtain flutters and cold air stings my bare ass.
I pull Celine away from the shower wall and jerk my chin toward the now vacant spot. Alistair slides into the space, and I grin. He can be my leverage. I ease Celine back against his chest, kissing her deeply.
“Little help?” I let Celine slide an inch down my waist. “It’s slippery in here.”
Alistair shoots me a wild look, then laces his fingers with mine under Celine’s thighs.
Dropping my mouth to her nipple, I lick and nibble at the tip, increasing the pressure until she makes my favorite sounds. When she bites her lip, I pull it free with my teeth. “Don’t,” I beg. “I want to hear you.”
