Sliding the glass open, I lean against the shower’s metal frame as all the steam escapes into the room beyond.
“I should have known you were a Gaelic Storm.” I cross my arms, thoroughly admiring the view.
“A what?” Fallon gazes up at me unfazed, stark naked under the running water. It cascades down her face and body like an angry stream, making her look as fierce and seductive outside as I know she is inside.
“A poppy,” I clarify. “A ginger. A redhead.”
“I prefer the term copperhead.” She runs her fingers through her long strands, as if enticing me. As if she knows just how much I want her and is dangling the prospect to fuck right in front of my face.
“You would,” I snicker. Her hair color is almost the exact shade of a shiny copper penny, and her bite is definitely as lethal as a poisonous snake.
Am I a masochist for wanting to know just how deep she can sink her teeth into me?
“What are you doing in here?” she entertains me.
“Bringing you ice.” I nod to the bucket in the sink.
“It’s not going to do me much good all the way over there.” Her big, bright-green eyes meet mine, and there’s a moment. A silent moment of understanding. A moment where no words need to be spoken to communicate what we both want.
There are no lines or boundaries. No barrier keeping us apart.
Just pure lust driving us. Commanding us. Decompressing us from the strain of this hazardous existence.
Fallon watches as I shed my clothes. Her chest rising and falling more rapidly as I pull my dirty T-shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor. My pants immediately following.
I grab a handful of ice before I step inside the shower with her. It melts quickly in my palm, but not before I slide it over the wound on her arm, across the hot skin of her chest, and down her flat torso, evaporating right as I reach the sweet spot between her thighs.
I don’t stop even though the ice is gone. My fingers are still chilly, and my want still rebelliously clamorous.
Fallon emits a moan and shivers when the cold pads of my fingertips graze the hot flesh of her clit. The feel of her disintegrates me. I crumble from the crushing weight of how much I need her. Need this release. Need a no-strings attached, straight-up fuck.
Need pure physicality and blinding escape.
Blackout lust.
In a dominant move, I pin Fallon against the wall and swallow her mouth, kissing her furiously.
Her body is strong and fit, but her power is nothing compared to mine. I could snap her like a twig if I wanted, and I like to remind her of that. To remind her that although she’s formidable in her own right, I’m in control.
Snaking my fingers into her hair, I grip the strands tightly and tug, tilting her face up toward mine.
A fury of sexual excitement flows between us as our tongues duel and bodies undulate, and my fingers penetrate her in a commanding way.
She rides my hand, clawing at my skin as her pussy contracts, the sweetest tightness tempting my control. I work her over, leading her toward the edge. She follows me willingly, like the Pied Piper hypnotizing her with song.
Her breathing quickens as my fingers become saturated with her syrupy arousal.
“God, fuck.” Fallon demands more. Demands everything. Demands her release, but I’m not going to give it to her. I’m going to decide when, and where, and how. “Make me come.”
“No,” I breathe hotly against her mouth.
“Yes, now.” She sinks her fingertips into my skin and orders. The bite of her nails only turns me on harder. The roughness of her touch, the command of her want. It is a rare, rare woman who can match my intensity.
“I’ll decide.” My growl vibrates all through my tense muscles until it finally settles in my ribcage.
“The fuck you will.” Fallon releases one of her hands from their stake in my shoulders and snakes it between our bodies. She begins to rub her clit while my fingers are still inside her. It’s so fucking hot, I allow her to pleasure herself just until she reaches the brink. Until she’s moaning like a lioness and the walls of her womb are as tight as a trap.
“Yes, the fuck I will.” I withdraw my fingers and pin her wrists against the wall of the shower. Fallon glowers up at me, her chest heaving, her cheeks inflamed. I smile down at her, enjoying the control I can wield.
