Page 95 of Intrepid

“Don’t move,” he commanded, watching me.

My toes slid across the shower floor as I tried not to put too much weight on the neck of the thing.

His hand reached out, spreading the water over my breasts, and he held a puckered nipple between his fingers, giving a light pinch. The sensation built inside of me again. I didn’t know how, but when he set his mouth to my breast and suckled it, want beat through me as wickedly as before, and I ground my ass against the cool tiles behind me.

Abandoning my breast, Ty reached up and pulled the detachable showerhead from its hook, the same hook I was desperate not to bust from the wall. Fist still pumping his cock, he set the showerhead against my swollen and sensitive pussy, nudging my leg up onto the ledge beside me. While the determined pulse of water titillated my clit, he clamped his mouth on my neglected breast, and I squirmed, letting out a desperate moan as the insane little tickles beat against my flesh.

“Oh, God!”

“Don’t come yet.”

His teeth pinched my nipple, like a zap of electricity sizzling across my flesh, and I tipped my head back with a whimper. My stomach muscles tightened, as the unremitting warm thumps of the massage setting taunted me to climax.

“I can’t …” I murmured, willing myself to ignore it. Wrists burning with the wriggling of my hands inside the leather cuff, I chuffed an unintelligible noise, like that of an animal, as I held back the monstrous urge to come. My breasts tingled, standing at peaks to his merciless lapping.

Still pounding away at his dick, he stepped back just enough to keep that goddamn spigot positioned against my clit, and I watched him come all over his palm in fountains of hot seed jetting from the tip, watering my mouth.

I couldn’t hold on anymore. The satiated expression plastered to his face. The release on his hands. The stomach-knotting pressure pounding against my pussy.

I kicked my head back and let it crash over me, half-sobbing, as the intense heat shot through my body. Dizziness swept over me, and I stumbled forward, caught in Ty’s arms. Holding me up with one hand, he set the showerhead back and lifted me into his arms.

Weakened to the point of exhaustion, I couldn’t muster a single twitch of my muscles, as I rested my head against his shoulder. His lips found my throat, and the cool tiles hit my back, soothing the burn of my skin. Chin held in his palm, my eyes shut to the shower’s warm sprays against my face, Ty crashed his mouth over mine, his tongue impaling my lips, as he sucked the water from them.

“There is no other woman for me, Sera. It’s only you.” His lips slanted over my own, my head still caught in a haze of pleasure. “Like a fucking addiction I can’t shake.”

I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could hear the quaver in his voice, the unstable sound of a man on the edge.

“I’ll never be good enough. Not for you. But tonight, I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Ty.” Turning my head to release his grip of my chin, I rested my forehead against his shoulder to get out of the water’s spray. “You are good enough.” Hands still bound, I ran my knuckles over the groove of his chest and kissed his throat. “You are good.”

* * *

Cool air danced across the sweat clinging to my body, as I lay in bed, listening to Ty’s steady heartbeat thumping in my ear. Sleep tugged at my eyelids, as he sat circling the pad of his finger over my skin, lulling me.

He’d finally removed the binds from my wrists, and I clutched him with the dreaded feeling that he’d slip away any minute.

“Why does she look to be in pain?”

I followed the path of his gaze to the sketch propped on the easel across the room. “It’s longing.”

“For what?”

“Something out of reach. Something she’ll never have.” I mustered the strength to lift my head from his chest and traced the grooves of his muscles. “Hits home.”

“Yeah. For me, too.”

“How so?”

“You’re lying in my arms, but I feel like I’ll never really have you. You’ll never be mine.”

“Why do you say that?”

His brows knitted, and he ran his thumb over the deepening creases in his forehead, but he didn’t answer.

“You keep telling me there are secrets and things I don’t know about you, but you’re not giving me any more than that. Is it a terminal illness? Are you moving across the country? Whatever it is, Ty, I’m willing to make this work out. I told you before—no regrets.” I lay back down on his chest, possessively drawing my arm across him, as if he’d up and leave right then. “I lied when I told you I wanted the pain of being with you, even if we never saw each other again. I didn’t expect to feel so connected to you. I thought it was just sex.” Head still resting against his heart, I stared up at him. “I’m sorry, Ty. I can’t just do sex with you. I want more.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes clasped shut. “Have you ever told a lie so profound, it could destroy lives?”