A soft thud of the shower door made me stiffen. She stepped behind me. The water splashing on the tiled floor was the only sound.
I sensed her movement and closed my eyes.
“If you don’t want me to touch you, then get out now, Easy,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
Her fingers splayed on my back, and I hissed at the contact. Fire blazed up my spine. I was torn between reaching behind me and holding her hands in place and throwing them off of me. She shouldn’t do this to me now. Not in the state I was in.
Her lips drifted up my back, and I pressed my hands into the wall so hard I was certain I’d crack the stone. I fought the urge to turn, pin her against the wall, and fuck her senseless. Through the haze of anger, my desperation to see what her next move would be won out.
She peppered soft, tender kisses on my skin as her hands explored. They cascaded over my sides, around to my abdomen, up my chest. She was everywhere at once, too much and yet not enough.
Her body pressed into mine, and I groaned when her teeth grazed the back of my neck. She wrenched me closer. Hard beads of her nipples surrounded by soft flesh pushed into my back. The woman was trying to kill me, my restraint already dead.
Her hands skated down my stomach. I grabbed her wrists just before she reached my dick, holding her in place. She gasped, and I exhaled heavily.
“Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I won’t stop. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not—”
“Yes.” She emphasized the point by kissing my shoulder.
“I want to see you.” My voice sounded gruff to my own ears.
I released my hold on her, and she eased around, squeezing between me and the wall. Her eyes were clear as she looked up at me. I forgot everything else for a minute.
“I’m sorry and I’m not sorry about the other day. The shower. I didn’t have the right, but damn it woman.”
“Do I seem mad?” Her hands drifted up my chest and locked around the back of my neck.
“I don’t normally do that.” I couldn’t find the proper words to explain.
One corner of her mouth curved up. “I’m glad to hear that.”
My lips mirrored hers, an overwhelming feeling of something came over me. I dropped my forehead to hers. “I need you. So goddamn much.”
The confession tumbled out, and I had no desire to take it back. Just being close to her . . . it was more than I’d ever had.
I tried to hold on to the remaining thread of my control.
It snapped.
My mouth crash-landed on hers. She tasted like her lip gloss, honey and sugar and perfection. I caged her in with my body as she pulled me closer at the same time.
Her whimper had my already hard dick stiffening between us. I rocked against her as I captured her mouth. Or hell, the truth was, she captured me.
Everything inside of me swelled as she clung to me like she couldn’t get enough. Her tongue fought to get to mine. Her hands held me like she’d never let me go.
I couldn’t stand not touching her a second longer. My fingers stroked her hair with a reverence I didn’t know I was capable of. As my mouth ravaged hers, my hands memorized every inch of her that they touched. She shivered as they skimmed her sides, down her hips. This woman, enigma that she was, deserved to be worshipped. Like Trish, she’d probably overcome something far from trivial to end up at Paths. I wanted to be the man to help her . . . whatever she needed. I was more than happy to be the man to do it.
I feathered kisses along her jaw, nipped at the column of her neck. She leaned her head back against the wall, yielding to my touch.
“So pretty,” I murmured against her skin.
I bent, sucking a nipple between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Her breasts were heavy in my hands. I kneaded them as I licked and grazed. My name fell from her lips, and I loved it.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me south even as she held me against her chest. She wanted everything, and I was going to give it to her.
I tilted my hips and nearly came undone as my hard length slid through her slick folds. “Feel what you do to me, Easy?”
She grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand against her sex. “Feel what you do to me?”
I’d planned to take my time, but as soon as my fingers touched her smooth skin, I couldn’t. I ran my index finger up her slit, and her knees buckled. I caught her by the hip, and she gripped my shoulders.
Her clit was swollen. The hiss of pleasure as I circled it nearly sent me over the edge. I slid my finger through her folds, teased the tight entrance to her sex, and pushed inside.
“Holt.”
Hips bucked. Fingernails dug into my back. That beautiful face relaxed in ecstasy.
Because of me.
I crooked my finger, pressing against the rough flesh of her inner walls. An intense cry pierced the air. Her lips parted, and I couldn’t resist a taste. I kissed the edge of her mouth as I slid my finger out of her and slowly pushed it back in.
Her body melted into me as I pumped, adding a second digit to her tight pussy. Those bright green gems glazed over as I drew her closer to the edge.
I dropped to my knees without missing a beat. Her clit throbbed as I sucked it between my lips. She tensed before all her energy released on a low moan.
Baker trembled. I withdrew my fingers and extended them toward her face. “Suck.”
Her eyes widened, but she clasped my wrist in her delicate hands and lowered her head. She darted her tongue out and flicked it over the tip of my finger.
I buried my face against her wet heat, though I kept my eyes locked on hers. She popped my finger in her mouth. I slipped my tongue inside of her. My first taste of her had my dick so hard I thought I’d come all over myself.
Easy sucked on my finger and my dick wept in protest. The urge to bury myself deep inside of her became almost impossible to ignore, but I forced myself to focus on her. She’d come by my mouth before we left this shower.
She chanted my name. I’d never heard a sweeter sound. Never tasted anything better. I’d been addicted before I ever touched her. Now, she owned me.
“How?” The question was a breathy rasp. Her eyelids were leaded as she watched me in fascination.
I didn’t stop to answer, fueled by the twinge of pain in my scalp where she fisted my hair. I licked her from ass to clit before delving back into her.
“Falling,” she whispered as she came on my tongue.
I lapped until my face was coated in her, and it still wasn’t enough. My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, holding her to me. She lifted her hips, begging me for more with her body.
I kissed her sex until her orgasm receded. She sagged, her weight on me for support. My lips trailed up her stomach, her sternum, her neck, until I reached her mouth. I claimed it, and she yielded.
I cupped her face and tenderly touched my lips to hers. “So perfect.”
Her mouth curved into a satisfied smile. “Is that what you planned when you stormed into my shower?”
“I may have thought about it once or twice.” I winked, and she snickered.
Making her come had nearly made me forget about my cock, but when she laughed, I quickly remembered.
“Are you going to make a habit of it?”
“Absolutely.”
She pressed on her toes and stole a kiss. A warmth spread over me from the inside out that I didn’t understand. I only knew it was unique to her.