The water rocks against the porcelain and sloshes high over the sides of the tub as he sinks his fingers into me, slow and deliberate, until I can’t hold back the broken sound that rips from my throat.
“Jesus,” he groans, forehead pressed into mine. “You feel—” His voice fractures into a curse that I don’t understand, a dozen unintelligible words that make me flush with want.
My fingers fist in his wet hair, tugging him closer. “Move,” I whisper, almost begging.
His laugh is low, ragged. “Give me a second, baby.” But his fingers keep moving, steady and deep, each curl sending a ripple through the water and a sharper one through me, leaving me gasping.
I clutch his shoulders, nails digging into slick skin. His free hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb brushing lazily over my nipple until I moan.
Connor’s breath is hot against my mouth, his rhythm faltering slightly. He pulls back just enough to catch my jaw, thumb dragging along my cheek. “Up,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. I can see his pulse fluttering, and I want to lick him so bad. “Stand with me.”
I blink at him, dazed, but his hands are already guiding me up. Water cascades down my skin, dripping loud against the porcelain as he straightens behind me. My legs tremble, but he steadies me easily, palms spanning my hips.
Our backs face the window now, and the golden hue of the late afternoon sun is streaking through the pane, casting long shadows in front of us.
Connor presses in close, chest to my back, his lips brushing the curve of my shoulder. One hand keeps me steady at my hip while the other trails up, slow and sure, cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb.
“God, look at you,” he rasps, grinding forward so I can feel every inch of his hard cock against the curve of my ass. “Turned on for me like this.”
My hand slaps against the standalone faucet, desperate for something to hold on to. Heat floods my face as he fumbles briefly for a condom, the rip of foil sharp under the sound of water and my breath. He rolls it on with shaking hands, then grips my hip and sinks into me, slow but deep, the angle forcingme to arch back into him. The water ripples wildly around our calves, splashing with every thrust, but I don’t care.
“Look,” Connor rasps, his hand leaving my hip to tilt my chin toward the wide mirror over the sinks. Our reflections glow in the golden light, steam curling around us, my body bent against his, his body moving with mine, the raw need in his expression—like he’s never seen anything so perfect. I’m shaking.
“Oh…” It’s half a plea, half a curse.
“Yeah,” he groans, biting at my shoulder before dragging his tongue over the mark. “Say it. Tell me you see it.”
The words catch in my throat, tangled with moans, but the truth slips out anyway. “I see it. God, that’s so hot.”
He drives into me harder, and the reflection of our bodies blurs through the steam. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against him, his other hand sliding down to touch my clit until I’m gasping again, eyes locked on the image in front of us.
His fingers circle, working me in time with his hips, until I’m whimpering, every nerve sparking like the sunlight burning through the window. My body clenches tight around him, pulling him deeper, sharper, until the pressure crests so hard it’s almost unbearable.
“We’re perfect like this,” he growls, breath hot against my ear. “Fucking perfect.”
The words detonate inside me. My vision blurs, the lake and the mountains in the mirror smearing gold and white and green beyond the glass, but I can feel him inside me and against me, everywhere.
He drives in once, twice more before he follows me over, hips jerking, forehead pressing to the back of my neck. His arm tightens around me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish, like I’m the only thing tethering him here.
We sag together, trembling. “You’re unreal, Manu. Absolutely fucking unreal.”
“Connor,” I choke out, holding on to the arm wrapped around me, breath slowly leveling. For a long moment, the only sound is our breathing, ragged and uneven, the water moving faintly around our thighs.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers again. I sag back against his chest, still trembling, his hand smoothing over my stomach, up to cup my breast, then back down like he can’t stop touching me. He kisses the wet curve of my shoulder, softer now, reverent.
My pulse finally begins to slow, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. This was supposed to be easy. Temporary. A no-pressure thing.
Instead, I’m standing here, watching us in the mirror, my body still echoing with him, my heart hammering like I’ve just admitted something I can’t take back.
28
CONNOR
We stay tangledfor a long moment, water rocking lazily against us. She’s holding on to my forearm, fingers tight around the muscle, unwilling to let me drift even an inch away.
Finally, she shifts, skin sliding against mine. “This bathroom is destroyed,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse and teasing. Another wave tips over the side of the bathtub, splattering onto the tile.
I huff a laugh and kiss her temple. “Yeah, I’ll throw some towels down or something.”
