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“Do you wanna shower? I’ll get us some food,” I say as we walk into the apartment half an hour later.
“Or,” she says slowly as she kicks her shoes and socks off before walking to the bathroom door, “we can order after. I think I might need a hand. I’m pretty dirty.” Every bit of blood in my body seems to change course and head straight for my dick, and I run a hand over my face, praying for self-control.
“I wanted to do that properly.”
“What does properly mean?” she asks as she slips her jacket off. I lean forward against the counter, clenching my hands around the edge, and her eyes dart to my arms.
“Candles. Romance. A bed.” I didn’t want to fuck against the nearest surface as soon as we were alone, but I’m definitely not against it.
“We’ve got time for all that,” she says.
My dick pulses as she shimmies her jeans over her hips and down her legs.
“Worshipping you,” I say, knuckles going even whiter as I hold on for dear life.
“Worship me wet,” she counters, pulling her top over her head. She’s left in nothing but black lacy underwear, showing soft skin that I’m desperate to touch. I push myself upright and let go of the counter.
“Multiple orgasms.”
“Promises, promises,” she teases as she reaches behind her, unclipping her bra and letting it slide down her arms as I walk over to her. God, she’s perfect.
“You know what? Properly sounds overrated to me,” I agree as I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, crouching to pull them down her legs. As I stand, I roam my eyes over her, absorbing every detail of her body.
“Me too,” she agrees as I reach her eyes, and we both snap, reaching for each other as our lips meet.
I lift her with my hands underneath her thighs as she wraps her legs around my waist, clawing at my hair as we devour each other. Walking into the shower with her in my arms and my clothes very much still on, I flick the water on, turning so most of the cold blast hits my back before spinning to press her against the wall when it warms. Lifting her higher, she tightens her grip around me while I undo my trousers, line myself up with her center, and slide straight home. This is not the time for foreplay—we’re both as desperate as each other to feel me inside her. As she said, we’ve got plenty of time for all that. I hold myself still, fully seated, and snake a hand between us to play with her clit.
“Sawyer, move,” she cries as she clenches around me, and I struggle to keep ahold of myself. We may not be doing it properly, but I still have standards.
“Not until you come.” If the tightening of her muscles inside and out is anything to go by, she’s close.
“But you—”
“Do you know how long I’ve been fantasizing over this? I can’t draw this out right now so I need you to come for me, Angel, so I can fuck you like the madman you make me feel like.” I grit my teeth as I continue playing with her clit, and she does, pressing her lips to mine so I can swallow her scream as she writhes on my dick. Before she’s fully relaxed, I tilt her hips using her ass and pull nearly all the way out, plunging back in to hit as deep as possible. She moans, arching her back to increase the depth, leaning against the wall with her shoulders so the only thing keeping her up is my hands and my cock. I’ve never seen a sexier sight in my life.
Keeping my pace fast and my thrusts hard, her fingernails dig crescents into my biceps as her orgasm returns, and this time, I join her, grunting as I bury myself deep inside her and we find our release together. I press my forehead to hers while we get our breath back, then slide out slowly as she winces.
“Sore?” I ask, concerned. Maybe I should’ve been gentler.
“In the best way,” she says, and her sleepy, relaxed grin makes me believe her.
“Glad to hear it.” I give her a light kiss before finally undressing and kicking my sodden clothes to the corner. She watches me the whole time from under the warm stream of water, resting her weight against the wall. “Enjoying the view?” I ask. Nodding, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and I tug on her chin to free it before biting it lightly myself. “Behave.”
Jesus. I could probably take her again already, but she’s not just here for my pleasure. I want to make sure every time is enjoyable for her, which means knowing when she needs a break. I take a sponge from the shelf and wash her gently, and when she’s recovered, she does the same to me. I stare down at her with an awe that I’m sure is written all over my face.
“What?” she asks.
“I didn’t wake up this morning thinking this would be how it ended,” I say with another kiss, because I can’t stop kissing her. I never want to stop.
I step out, wrapping a towel around my waist, and hold one out for her that she steps into. Opening the bathroom door, she heads over to her room, and I point at the kitchen area before I go to mine, saying, “I’ll meet you right here.”
“Okay,” she says with a smile. I go to my room to dress, feeling so happy I’m almost giddy. I’m just now realizing it could’ve been awkward moving from friends to lovers, but that was so natural I can’t believe it’s taken us so long. Drying and dressing in sweats and a T-shirt, I go back to the kitchen and find some leftovers in the fridge to put in the oven, setting the timer and grabbing plates as I go. Harlow joins me in a singlet and shorts with a frown on her face.
“Everything okay?” I ask, not liking the furrow in her brow, or the way she rubs her arms self-consciously.
“I don’t know. I think I need to talk to Ezra,” she whispers.
“About us?”
