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“I’ll be gentle.” His voice is a dark rasp just beside my ear. His palm slides between my thighs, cupping me in a possessive move that sends more heat splashing through me. “Give me one more.”
“We need to get back,” I protest, not really meaning it. “Someone’s going to come looking for us.”
“So you better be quick,” he tells me, nipping at my earlobe, his fingers spreading my folds.
With his warm chest at my back, his arms around me, and the water pelting us with more heat, I give myself to this man, to pleasure. I let it consume me whole, from head to toe, not caring about the consequences. We grind our bodies against each other, my back to his front, his hand stroking between my legs like he knows exactly what I like.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he growls, pressing his hips into me, grinding the palm of his hand against my bud. “Come for me and scream my name.”
“Des…” My fingers grip his iron-hard thighs.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of this?” Des asks, nipping at my ear. His cock throbs against the small of my back. “I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you. I’ve jerked myself off thinking of my head between your thighs, picturing you just like this, imagining how good it would feel to sink my cock inside you.”
I moan, a trembling starting in my thighs. Des must feel it, because his movements grow more frantic, his hips punching forward. Whatever he’s doing to my clit with his fingers feels like heaven. Heat builds and overflows in the pit of my stomach, and my second orgasm of the afternoon detonates in my core.
From a distance, I hear Des urging me on, telling me I’m beautiful, saying he can’t wait to feel me do this around his cock. I let myself sink into his words, knowing that sex with him will happen, finally admitting to myself that I want it. I let myself go completely, crying his name as hot water and steam wrap around us like a cocoon.
Des’s arms are like steel bars. His hips grind against me in punchy, jerky movements, and when he grunts, I feel warmth spread over my lower back. I close my eyes and lean my palms against the tile wall, allowing myself to love the feeling of his orgasm against my skin. I’ll think about what it means later. Right now, I’m pleasure-drunk and finally admitting to myself that I have feelings for this man that aren’t hatred and annoyance.
He loosens his hold on me, spinning me so my back is to the spray of the shower, and cups his hands around my face. His gaze flicks between my eyes, looking for something—
Then he relaxes. Whatever he sees in my eyes makes him smile, and he dips his head down to take my lips in his.
Far from the frenzy of our previous kiss, this one is soft, tender. He finishes it by brushing his lips against mine, then kissing my forehead, his hands still stroking my cheeks.
“We should get back out there before they come looking for us,” he says.
I pull back, frowning. “That’s what I said. You can’t just pass it off as your bright idea.”
His answering smile sends a thunderbolt searing through my chest. It’s official: I’m in so much trouble.
24
DES
What I wantto do is throw Mia over my shoulder, carry her to our bedroom, and make love to her until the next century. Unfortunately, there are about fifty people in the house, and one of them is bound to come knocking.
After finishing our shower and finding clean, dry clothes, we head back outside in time to see the whole crowd of people laughing and drinking on the porch. The trophy is gleaming on its own end table, ready to be presented to the victors.
“We made sure to wait for you,” Vince says, smirking.
With one hand on Mia’s lower back, it feels like I’m wearing impenetrable armor. Nothing Vince says or does can land. I feel too good. I’m walking on air.
“Congrats, Vince,” I tell him. “Four in a row. New family record.”
A wrinkle appears between my brother’s brows as my sincerity sinks in. “Thank you?”
Mia finds Bailey in the pack of feral children near the bouncy castle and spreads her arms wide. “You did it, Bailey!”
Her daughter comes running, crashing into her arms. I watch them, unable to stop the smile from curling my lips. Bailey drops out of her mother’s arms and comes sprinting toward me. Before I know what’s happening, Bailey is nearly tackling me, so I have no choice but to catch her and spin her around.
She squeals and laughs, legs flying in the air until I set her down again.
“Mav and I won,” she informs me. “We’re going to get medals.”
“I know. I watched you.” I grin. “You did better than me and your mom.”
“Have you ever won the race?”
