“Not yet,” he agrees.
His hands settle on my hips again—this time deliberate. Certain. And when we finally step fully under the hot spray together, water cascading over both of us, it feels less like rediscovery and more like something we never actually let go of.
His expression softens in a way that makes my chest feel too tight, and his hand slides between my thighs. The first slick press of his finger inside me drags a broken sound from my throat.
My eyes snap open. “When did you?—”
“It’s amazing what I can achieve when motivated. Stealth lube on fingers is just one of my skills.” His voice is low. He pushes further into me, and I shudder. “You with me?”
“Yeah.” I swallow and force myself still.
I haven’t done this with anyone else. Haven’t let anyone touch me like this in eight years. Haven’t wanted to. My body should feel unsure. Rusty.
It doesn’t.
It just knows him.
He adds a second finger slowly. Then a third.
I exhale hard through my teeth, fighting the urge to push back. I want him to lead. I want him to see what he does to me. His lip is caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on where we’re joined like he’s memorizing it.
“You’re incredible,” he says quietly.
My heart knocks against my ribs.
“I can’t believe I finally get to do this with you.”
Finally.Notagain. Notafter all this time.
Finally.
Like it was inevitable. Like he never thought I was out of reach.
“Gonna come,” I say roughly, because I can’t sit in that softness too long. “Get inside me.”
His fingers disappear, and then my palms are against the tiles, my ass is out, ready for him, and he’s there. Pressing in. Slow.
The first push steals the air from my lungs.
It’s not just physical. It’s the recognition. The way my body opens like it’s been waiting. Like it knew this would happen eventually, even when my brain insisted it wouldn’t.
He grips my hips and shifts me back. I let him.
“Fucking spectacular,” he breathes.
I huff a shaky laugh. “Spectacular, huh?”
“I’m inside you, Ollie. Hard not to find this fucking spectacular.”
That does it. He bottoms out and stills. I feel the tremor in him. The restraint. He wants this as badly as I do.
I smile over my shoulder, not hiding anything now. The relief. The affection. The way he fits like nothing else ever could.
I tilt my head, and he kisses me messily. All tongue and teeth.
I groan and move my hips, careful at first. I haven’t done this with anyone else. Haven’t been touched like this. Haven’t come like this.
Rafe moves gently.
