Especially below the waist.
He checked his phone. Nothing.
Still, he stared at the screen like it might change if he willed it hard enough.
He wanted to text her. Just to see if she was okay. If she made it home safe. But he didn’t want to push. Didn’t want to crowd her.
So instead, he flicked onDo Not Disturb,set the phone facedown, and stripped.
One piece at a time.
Each article of clothing he shed left him more exposed than the last. His skin felt hot— like it was still lit up from her touch. His dress pants hit the floor and his boxers followed. He was already half-hard.
The moment he stepped under the water, a growl broke free from his chest.
He braced his hands on the tile wall, head bowed, water cascading over his shoulders and down his back. But no matter how hot the spray was, it didn’t melt her from his mind.
Ali.
Her hair tangled in his hands. Her leg hitched against his hips. Her whimpers against his neck. The delicious sting of her hands pulling at his hair. The fucking wet heat of her— tight and slick and welcoming in a way that made his chest ache.
God, she’d felt so tight.
His cock twitched, hardening fully now. He groaned, deep and low.
He gripped himself at the base, stroking once, twice. Slow at first. Deliberate.
He hadn’t been with anyone in… fuck. Too damn long. But tonight— her body had taken him like he’d never left. Like ten years hadn’t passed.
He jerked his hand again, faster this time. The memory played on a loop.
The way she’d gasped when he’d slid into her. How her back arched. How her pussy squeezed around him like it didn’t want to let go.
“Fuck, Ali…”
He pictured her— dress pushed up, nails digging into his shoulders and scalp as he drove into her again and again against the brick wall.
He bit back a moan.
Only thing he regretted was having to muffle her sounds. She used to cry out for him— his name on her lips like a prayer. And goddamn, he missed that.
His hips bucked into his hand, chasing the high that was already building, already burning.
He angled his head back under the spray, hand working his cock fast and desperate now, and let out a guttural groan as he came— hot, hard, and shaking.
“Ali—”
The name escaped in a broken exhale as pleasure tore through him. His free hand hit the tile wall to brace himself.
For a moment, all he could hear was the sound of water and his own breathing.
He stood there, head hanging, water washing away the evidence.
But not the ache.
Never the ache.
Not when it was her.
