Trying not to look at his dick, cos honestly, I hadn’t come in here for that. I’d come to be with him. To stop him pushing me away in a moment I fuckingknewhe needed me as much as I needed him.
On the island, Vik might’ve shivered at my touch. Here, in a safe house in arse-crack northern England, the sound that rumbled out of him was more primal. “You are not supposed to be in here.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“You’re too late.”
“Evidently.” Viktor angled the spray towards me, blasting me with scalding hot water, but I was used to these showers with him—the ones that put paid to any notion I’d ever had that he liked the cold. “Why do you have to be like this?”
I tilted my face, soaking my hair. “Like what?”
“Unforgettable. Irresistible.”
“Why are you trying to forget me?”
“I had the stupidest of ideas that it would make it easier to walk away from you later, but such a thing is not possible.”
“I could’ve told you that.”
Viktor caught my wrist. “You could’ve told me a lot of things.”
“Like what?”
“And he thinks I say things twice.”
In the dim light of the room, Viktor’s eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t decipher. Memories, perhaps. We had so many but not enough, and contemplating that this might become one of our last did me in.
So I stopped thinking, narrowing my existence to his wet skin and bright eyes. To the raw desire that built between us the longer we stared at each other through the steam.
I moved first, stealing his favourite trick and pressing him against the wall, like I had the first time I’d blown him. The night we’d popped the lid on the inferno between us.
Shit had changed since then. Vik still had his moments, but now, as I braced my forearm to the tiles and kissed the shit out of him, his sharp intake of breath was all heat. His touch pure fire as he reached for me and tugged me tighter against him.
I didn’t hold back, not this time. Couldn’t. But I listened and I watched, attuned to every sound he made. Every flicker of movement in his tight body. Every hot flinch as I fucking mauled him with my teeth.
Viktor tipped his head back, giving me free rein to do whatever I wanted. And fuck, I wanted him. I needed him. In every fucking way, not just this. But right now... it was all we had. Words weren’t enough. Nothing was. If I spent a thousand years with him, I’d always want more.
I forgot myself—so much for being unforgettable—and hooked Vik’s weaker leg over my hip.
It changed everything.
For me.
For him.
For meagainas a sharp noise wrenched from his chest.
Fuck.
I backed up.
He caught me. “Stay.”
His leg circled my waist and he kissed me, pushing the base of my spine, goading me to grind against him in the narrow space of the bathtub. To switch our dynamic to one I hadn’t let myself imagine in a helluva long time.
Like I was fucking him.
