I plaster myself against the wall. My nipples are tight, and heat is exploding all over my body, but god, his looks are intimidating. “Sorry. It’s such a small bathtub.”
The corner of his mouth tips up. “It’s the one I grew up using, but I’ve never been in here with a girl.” He gathers my wrists in a large hand and pins them above my head. “Now, hold still so I can look my fill.”
I squirm under his inspection. The tip of his cock brushes against my belly, sending the butterflies into a flurry.
“I want to taste every sweet inch of you, Meredith.” He strokes the sensitive inside of my wrist with his thumb. Droplets track down his face, roll down his neck, and trail a path over his chest. I lick my lips, imagining how I’d trace their trek with my tongue.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t need to say that to get laid. He knows that, right? Condom or not, the words “fuck it” are on the tip of my tongue. What would he feel like inside me, filling me, moving with me?
He releases my wrists and trails his fingers along my arm. I shiver when he lightly runs them down to follow the curve of my breasts.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are. How the men stare at you in the bar. You don’t know why that fucker cheated on you.”
I jerk at the reminder of my ex when I’m crowded in a tub with Calder. “Why?”
“You intimidated him. Your brains. Your beauty. Your confidence. He knew he didn’t measure up, and that scared him.”
“I’m intimated by you, but I’d never do that to someone.” If I had Calder, I’d never want another man to touch me for the rest of my life. I’d never think of anyone but him.
He takes my hand and puts it on his chest. I spread my fingers against his wet pecs. “I’m just a man.”
He dips his head and catches my mouth. His erection presses into my stomach as he deepens the kiss and pushes his tongue inside. I’m throbbing, wishing he could fill me. I whimper when he abandons my mouth with one last swirl of his tongue to kiss his way down my neck. Then he’s lowering to his knees.
I put my hand under his chin to hold him still. “I want to touch you too.” I’m not missing out this time.
I want to weep at the thought of stopping him, but I want this.
He straightens to tower over me and puts a hand on the wall by my head. “Then touch me, rosy.”
Water sluices down his chest, and he angles himself to block the worst of the spray. I swallow and tentatively rest my fingertips on his chest. I follow a droplet down, farther and farther. His abs clench, and then I’m at the broad tip of his cock. Dancing my fingers down his shaft, I bite my lip when he twitches. I wrap my hand around him and give him a tug.
He groans and drops his forehead. “Fuck, Meredith. I’m about to shoot off like a rocket, and you’ve barely touched me.”
I push down his length to cup his heavy ballsack and run my hand up to the tip. His stomach tightens again. I continue, running my thumb over the slick tip of his erection. I have this man at the tip of my finger. Calder Cross is at my mercy.
Until he skates his hand through the water streaming down my torso to cup my pussy. My wide gaze shoots to his. His face is all edges and shadow, and the scruff of his jaw is more prominent now he’s so close.
He pushes his fingers through my seam as his mouth hovers millimeters above mine. “You’re soaked.” He circles my clit with his thumb.
A whimper leaves me, and I grip him tighter. He kisses me again, sliding a finger to my entrance and pushing in. I grind against him and keep working his shaft. He’s filling me with histongue and his finger, synchronizing their movements with his thumb on my clit until I’m barely conscious of what I’m doing. He’s rocking into my hold, I’m writhing against him, and our teeth clash together as we strive to get closer to each other.
Soon, I’m panting into his mouth, energy coiling tighter and tighter inside me, but he’s not fazed, pumping in and out of me, pulsing in my hand. Pressure’s building inside me, pushing at my seams, demanding release. I’m not ready. How am I going to stay upright?
“Calder.”
He grunts, the thrust of his hips growing erratic. “Come for me. Let me feel you explode.”
The first swell of an orgasm hits me. “Yes.”
He growls. “Give it to me. Show me how tight you’ll be with my cock inside you.”
My fist is so tight around him I can barely pump, but he’s doing all the work. I start shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rocks me. He’s the only thing holding me up.
“Calder!”
“Fuck, Meredith. You feeling so fucking good.” A hot jet hits my wrist, and another streams onto my belly. I barely notice as swells of ecstasy roll through me.
