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“Are you trying to kill me? I can’t keep up with your demands.” He smiled when she snorted.
“Liar.” She threw the blanket back suddenly. “Let’s have a shower.”
“You don’t need a shower; you had a bath last night.”
He opened his eyes and turned his head to watch her get out of the bed and pad across the plush carpet to the bathroom. She paused in the doorway just long enough to throw him a saucy look over her shoulder. He waited until he heard the water running, gave her enough time to start wondering if he was going to join her, then made his way to the bathroom. She turned to him as soon as he stepped in, locking her lips on his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him under the stream of water.
“God, I love shower sex,” she said as he ran his hands down her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her hard against him.
“Mm.” He lifted his head to look at her. Her hair hung like thick ropes. Water dripped from her chin, and he could see that her face was flushed, her eyes already dewy and hot with arousal. He pumped some shower gel into his hands and lathered up, kissing her as he slid his soapy hands over her body, biting back a groan when she did the same, gliding her fingers over his erection as she kissed him hungrily. He maneuvered her so that her back was against the shower wall, molding her body with his hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing when she gasped. He kissed her hungrily, lifting her arms above her head. He cuffed her wrists with one hand, leaving the other to roam freely over her body.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes drifted open, locking on his when he slid his hand down her stomach and between her legs. She was slick and wet, and he watched as her eyes darkened when he pushed his finger inside her.
“Do you want to come?”
“Not yet.”
“I could make you.” He moved his fingers faster, as if to prove the point.
She drew a shuddering breath. “I know.” She whimpered when he pulled back suddenly, releasing her wrists and pulling his hand away.
“Turn around.” She did. “Put your hands on the wall.”
He felt himself turning iron hard when she obeyed without a word. Christ, he just couldn’t get enough of her. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pushing it over her shoulder so he could kiss her neck, her shoulder, graze her skin with his teeth. She went to move her hand and he grabbed it, putting it back on the wall, covering it with his own, doing the same with his other hand, so that she couldn’t move. He stepped closer, pressing himself against her bottom, using his feet to spread her feet out, widening her stance. He held himself so closely to her that with one thrust of his hips, he would be inside her. He skimmed his hands along her arms, over her shoulders, down her back, around to her belly and up to her breasts. He teased her nipples with his thumbs, reveling in the feel of her heartbeat thudding hard against her ribcage.
She pushed her hips back against him, quivering with need, and it was more than he could stand, so he gripped her hips and pushed inside her with one hard, shocking thrust. She cried out, arching her back. He pulled out slowly, nearly all the way, then thrust again. She moaned, and her hands turned to fists, but she kept them on the wall. He pulled out again, thrust again, and again. Feeling the pressure build and wanting to make sure she came first, he leaned over her, wrapping his arm around her waist, then moved his other hand between her legs, rubbing as he thrust into her from behind. She was almost sobbing as she pulled one hand away from the wall to hook her arm around his neck. He felt her body go rigid as she climaxed, digging her fingers into his neck as she contracted around him and he let himself go, coming inside her in a hot rush.
He pulled out as she straightened and she turned, wrapping her arms around his waist. She laid her head on his shoulder as she fought to get her breath back. He felt a sense of horror dawning. What the hell was that? What had he just done? Making her put her hands on the wall, not even thinking about contraception. He felt sick.
“Mikayla, I—”
“It’s okay.”
“But I—”
She ran her hands lightly over his back. “The timing’s wrong. No chance of conceiving.”
“Good, okay. But still.” He kissed the top of her head.
“I would have stopped you.” They stood under the cascading water for a long moment. “You know what?”
“What?”
“It makes me really hot when you get all commanding.” She raised her head to look at him.
He quirked a brow. “Yeah?” It didn’t really make him feel hot. It made him feel weird.
“Yeah, it makes me feel like I have no choice but to orgasm. You’re gonna make me.”
“I am.” He could be sure of that, at least.
“Mm, see.” She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “It makes me want to saytake me, Rafe, I’m yours!”
If only, he thought, but cut the idea off instantly, before it had a chance to even bloom.
“What is it?”
