Page 52 of Honeyfires

I got the water running while she finished undressing, and she stepped in behind me, and the hot water came down over us both, and for a moment we just stood there with our foreheads together and the steam rising around us and the day dissolving.

Then she tilted her face up. "I want you to dominate me right now."

Something settled low in my belly. "Yeah?"

"Yes." Clear. Sure. The way she'd suggested parachute the first time—no hesitation anywhere.

I reached up and tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. "Then turn around," I said. "Hands on the tile."

She turned. Pressed her palms flat against the wall, the water cascading over her shoulders, and looked back at me over one shoulder with dark eyes.

"Keep them there," I said.

She nodded.

"Out loud," I said.

"I'll keep them there," she said, voice already lower than usual.

I started at her shoulders. Kissing down her spine, taking my time, feeling her breathe in shorter increments with every inch. When she shifted her hips I pressed them still with one hand, flat against the curve of her lower back.

"Hold still," I said.

"I'm trying—"

"Try harder."

A sound of genuine effort. Her palms stayed on the tile. I kept moving down.

When I reached the curve of her ass and bit down gently, she yelped, spine straightening.

"Okay?" I asked.

"More than okay." Her voice had gone breathless. "Keep going."

I kissed lower, spreading her slightly, letting my breath ghost over sensitive skin, and felt her tense—not pulling away, just bracing. Feeling what was coming.

"Have you ever been touched here?" I asked softly.

"No. Never."

"Do you want me to?"

A pause. Then, "Yes. God, yes."

I started slowly. Just lips, first, letting her learn the sensation. She was trembling already, her breath coming in short pulls, her hands pressing hard into the tile.

When I finally let my tongue trace that tight ring of muscle, she cried out, hands slapping flat against the wall.

"Oh my god, Petra."

I pulled back slightly. "Too much?"

"No. No. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Please—"

I continued, unhurried, using my tongue to work her open while she came apart above me, her legs beginning to shake, her sounds echoing off the tile. One hand slid around to her front, finding her clit, and she nearly sobbed at the dual sensation.

"Petra—I'm going to—"