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And he’d prove it to her tonight.
He worked his way back up to her lips, tasting salt on her skin, smelling the clean, earthy scent of her. She wasn’t manicured and primped and slathered in make-up. She wasn’t nipped and tucked to within an inch of her life. She wasn’t partially silicone. She was real. He fucking loved it.
As he teased her nipple with his tongue, she sucked in a sharp breath and threaded her fingers into his hair. He loved that, too. Especially when she tugged his hair. He answered by nibbling on her nipple and laughed against her skin at the sudden weight of her in his arms. Her knees had given out.
“Ellis,” she gasped and pulled at his hair again until he lifted his gaze to hers. She was flushed and lust glazed her dark eyes. “I need a shower first.”
“Nah. Waste of time.” He realized he’d been lavishing all of his attention on one breast. The other must be getting lonely so he dipped his head to give it its fair share of love. “I plan to get you all sweaty again real soon.”
She made a sound that was part-moan, part-exasperated laugh. “You can join me.”
“Well, in that case…” He bounced to his feet and stripped off his shirt. Despite the wood stove, it was still too cold in the room and his nipples pebbled instantly. He had a half-second to worry if his balls would shrivel up as soon as he took his pants off, but then Bree took off in a mad dash for the bathroom, laughing the whole way, and he forgot about all other concerns except one. He wasn’t about to let her get in there and cover up with a towel. Not after he’d just spent so much time getting her used to his touch.
He caught her just inside the bathroom door and twirled her around, pushing her back against the glass shower door. It rattled on its track and he smothered her laughter with another kiss that burned away the cold.
For the first time since coming back to this godforsaken state, he was warm.
Hot.
Burning up.
Burning for her.
“Shower later?” he asked hopefully against her mouth as he slid his hand between their bodies to find her sex with his fingers. Her panties were already soaked through and desire roared through his head, a barely contained beast. He couldn’t wait. He’d burn up if he waited.
He shoved her panties aside but then forced himself to slow down for a second and met her gaze. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” She looked as wild as he felt, with her hair in a tumble around her shoulders and color pinking her pale skin. Her hips tilted toward his hand. “Touch me. Please.”
He traced a finger down her slit before stroking two inside her. She was soft and hot and the caveman in him wanted to bury himself in that heat. It took every ounce of control he possessed to keep using his hand and not his cock. Especially when she rode his fingers with such reckless abandon and the sounds she made filled his head with a fuzzy buzz. She was a drug, the best kind of high, and he wanted more.
Not yet.
She had to come first because he wouldn’t last once he was inside her.
He withdrew his fingers enough to caress the tight little bundle of nerves at the top of her opening. Her head fell against the shower door as a moan tore from her lips. She wrapped one leg around his hip and trembled through her first orgasm of the night. His balls throbbed and electricity sparked along his nerve endings.
Jesus, he was going to come, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
He released her long enough to yank off the rest of his clothes and find the condom he’d stuffed in his jeans pocket. She shed her underwear as she watched him roll the rubber on, then they were together again, a clash of lips, bodies, hearts.
She wrapped both legs around him and dug her heels into his back, urging him closer. He guided himself with his hand, found her entrance, and slid in deep. The pleasure of her slick heat closing around him nearly sent him rocketing to the moon, but he held on with the last threads of his control and watched her take him. Each thrust pushed her higher against the shower door, rattling it. She reached out blindly, searching for something to grab. He caught her hand with one of his and laced their fingers together against the steamed-up glass. He dug the fingers of his other hand into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her against him so each trust went deeper. He wanted to wrap his whole self around her, hold on to her every way he knew how until they both shattered.
“Ellis,” she gasped over and over. His name had never sounded so good. He loved the surprised sounds she made during sex. Loved the way she scrunched up her face like she was disappointed every time he withdrew. Loved the small O she made with her mouth when his thrust hit the exact right spot. Loved the way she squeezed around him right before she came apart in his arms. Loved…
Everything. Every minute he spent with her.
Loved…
Her?
Dammit. Yes, he loved her.
Hell of a time for that realization, right on the edge of climax like this. He gritted his teeth to keep the confession from spilling out of him. It wasn’t the right time. When he told her, it wouldn’t be while under the influence of sex.
Ifhe told her at all.
The direction of his thoughts had steered him away from his orgasm. He let go of her hand and lifted her onto him with both hands, guiding himself in deep and hard.
