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“No you don’t.” He presses a kiss to the bridge of my nose, then moves away completely.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“Need lube.”
My ribcage drops with an exhale.
Cold air tingles along my spine and lower. Something wet trails down my inner thigh.His spit.
Shudders rack through my body. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
It feels like an eternity, when really it has to only be seconds before he returns.
The glass slides shut, boxing us in once more. Steam clouds rise above our heads.
“You stayed put,” he says, mouth twitching.
I blink at him over my shoulder, muscles tightening as I realize I’m still facing the wall, arms braced against the mirror. Ass out, ready and waiting.
And still, I don’t move. What would be the point?
His gaze drifts lazily down my body, teeth sawing into his bottom lip. “I love you like this.”
“Just like this?”
A slight shake of his head. “I love you always.”
My chest rises. Pretty sure my heart damn near stutters.
His eyes lift to mine, so dark, I can’t make out their blues. “But I especially love when you take what you want.”
My voice is rough, wrecked as I say, “Pretty sure you’ll be doing the taking.”
His lips rise. “That so?”
He draws closer, and my gaze drops to the little packet in his hand.
“Came prepared, did you?”
Will grabs my waist with his free hand and presses against my back. His nose is in my wet hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m always prepared.”
Pulling back, he lifts the hand not gripping the lube and holds up three fingers in the sign of the Boy Scout salute.
I roll my eyes and grab them, bringing them to my mouth, and snapping my teeth at his fingertips. His shoulders shake with a silent laugh.
He rips the packet of lube open with his teeth.
Damn, that’s hot.
Releasing his hand, I turn to face the mirrors once more, bracketing my forearms next to my head.
I watch him through the steam-coated mirror. His hair is wet and slicked back, so I have a perfect view of his downturned face as he slicks up his fingers with lube. My dick gives a mighty twitch and I bite my lip.
Fuck, ten days is too long to go without this.
And to think a year ago, I actually believed I could go the rest of mylifewithout it. Withoutthis.Withouthim.
Will steps closer, pressing against me. His other hand comes around front, fingers spreading wide over my clenched stomach.
