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“Are we going to do more than shower?” she asked, her grip closing in on the next stroke.
Malcolm’s breath blew out between his lips. “That depends,” he murmured before turning, giving her more access. He rested his forehead against hers as her thumb slid over the tip. “Are you ready to hear the words?”
His mouth was so close. Jami sealed it with her own, her hand leaving his erection to wrap around his neck instead and draw him closer. Her nipples, still so sensitive, loved the feel of his slick chest against her. Jami lost herself in the kiss. Every shifted angle, every open-mouthed pass, told her what Malcolm wanted to say. Only when his lips trailed down her neck did she realize what she’d done. The kiss had told him she wasn’t ready, even though the opposite was true.
His mouth kissed the upper slope of her breast before hovering over her nipple. She held his head, wanting to pull him forward, but waited. His eyes squeezed shut, and she let out her own breath in a shudder as her head fell back against the wall.
“Make love to me, Malcolm.” It came out in a whimper. She really had resorted to begging.
His head lifted, his gaze latching onto hers. Her fingers stroked his neck. He turned off the water without looking away. Steam filled the shower stall, and silence, except for the drip of water.
“Say it again,” he said, his hands sliding around her shoulders to her back.
Jami swallowed. “Make love to me.”
He let out a broken gasp as his lips captured her own and he pulled her body against him. His erection pressed into her stomach, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to lift herself higher.
He pulled away enough to whisper, “In bed.” Her legs wobbled when he set her down and reached for the towels. He barely used one before he wrapped the other around her body and lifted her again.
Jami let out a laugh as he strode out of the bathroom. “We’re still wet.”
He lowered her to the middle of his bed, parting the towel. “You can get wetter.” His hands cupped her breasts as he joined her, and his mouth took hers again. He still hadn’t given her his tongue. Instead, he seemed to savor the taste of her as their lips clung.
His fingers began tweaking her nipples, but his erection still wasn’t where she wanted it. She moaned her frustration into his mouth even as her hands wrapped around his back to stroke the damp skin.
He lifted his head to smile down at her. It was the boyish smile she remembered, full of hope and happiness. “There’s no rush. I want to touch every inch of you tonight.” His lips lowered to her neck again, his tongue teasing a drop of water and sending tingles down below.
Her body had grown more taut by the time his lips reached the slope of her breast again. When he finally sucked on her pebbled nipple, her fingers sank into the hair at the back of his neck. Her head fell back as she closed her eyes, and her heart squeezed even as her thighs tried to press together to ease the ache there. “Malcolm, I—”
His hand covered her mouth, blocking the words as he drove her crazy with his mouth. Jami could only gasp as he lightly bit, then stroked her with his tongue.
He lifted his head. “I get to say it first.” But instead of saying it, he shifted to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
His hands stroked down her sides as he worshipped her breasts. Even though he was on top of her, she didn’t feel trapped at all. No, Malcolm was memorizing her body as if he’d never seen it before. His hands moved over every inch of skin, lingering anywhere that made her tense or shiver, touching the same spot again until he decided whether she liked it. The inside of her elbow was sensitive; the backs of her knees; her upper thighs, though only when he bit down; and, of course, her neck.
“Do you want me to tell you?” he murmured before his mouth returned to her tightened nipples. He kept asking, and kept returning there, until the ache that had developed down below had grown so intense she wanted to cry.
His fingers moved down to the backs of her knees, stroking little gasps from her. Her thighs shifted wider, hoping he would touch her where she needed him to.
“I need to make sure you’re ready,” Malcolm murmured against her breast as his hands danced up her inner thigh.
Her gasped breaths didn’t allow for words. She pressed against his fingers when they reached her, but they avoided her aching nub, brushing over her entrance below and then lifting away. He brought his dampened fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.
Her hand lifted to press her own fingers to his lips instead. When he sucked on one, her desperation to have him twisted tighter. “Please!” she cried, her hips bucking from the bed.
Malcolm lowered to take her mouth again, his tongue thrusting inside—not nearly enough for her. She sucked on it as her hands wrapped around his back again, urging him to go lower. He moved his chest across her pebbled nipples, and she cried out at the added sensation, breaking the kiss.
Malcolm’s mouth moved to her neck again, nipping her ear before he whispered, “Are you ready to hear the words?”
Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, lifting her hips off the bed, but Malcolm’s hands grabbed her ass, not letting her get close enough to take him. He’d already rolled on the condom, so she didn’t understand why he continued to wait.
He bit her neck, and her breath strangled again as she pressed her breasts against his chest and tried to arch.
“Should I say it?” he asked. His lips drifted again.
“If you don’t—” Jami gasped as he reached her shoulder. Her whole body was quaking. “I will.”
His lips moved back to hers, his tongue stroking along her bottom lip before he bit there as well, his eyes hot as they met hers. “That’s not fair.”
