“Can you what?” I chuckled softly, making him groan and tighten his grip. “Use your words, Aus.”
“Fucking damn it, Violet.” His fingers dug into my skin. “Can I come in you? Are you on something?”
“Yes, I have an IUD.”
He sped up.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
I clenched around him, digging my nails into his back.
“Come for me.”
One last thrust and his whole body shuddered. He took his time getting his breathing under control. I twirled a lock of his damp hair around my index finger while he recovered.
He kissed me softly.
“That’s never happening again.”
“What—” I pulled away frowning.
“Sorry, I spoke the last part of my thought out loud without the rest. I meant that next time, I need to have better control of myself. I don’t know what kind of spell you put on me, but from now on you get off first.”
“From now on, huh? You have high expectations.”
“Realistic expectations.” He smirked.
“You’re insufferable.”
“I think you mean charming and irresistible.”
“Whatever, Blondie. Now, if you could let me down so we stop running up my water bill, that would be great.”
He chuckled as he pulled out and set my feet on the ground. I wobbled slightly; my legs felt like jelly, but he kept me upright.
“I’m not done with you yet. I have to make up for…my excitement.”
I grinned. “I happened to enjoy your excitement very much. But, if you’d really like to make up for it, get out of my shower. The water has been going over half an hour and my bill is going to be atrocious.”
“Can I at least get the soaping I was promised?”
“Only if you do me first. After all, you made quite the mess.”
“Fucking hell, V.” He groaned. “Don’t say things like that to me when I’m still wound up like this.”
My grin turned devilish. “I don’t know how you’re going to handle my hands all over you if you can’t even handle a few innocent words.”
He crouched in front of me, maintaining eye contact while he grabbed my body wash from where I’d dropped it when he kissed me.
“There is absolutely nothing innocent about you, Nightshade.”
Guilty.
“So you going to soap me or what?”
“I don’t know. I like you like this—flushed, dripping, marked. It would be a shame to clean you up just to get you all messy again.”
I pulsed, nibbling on my lip.
