The fire spreads faster inside me.
I clutch his neck, digging my nails into his slick skin.
My inner walls quiver as my body rushes closer to the edge.
To that breathless cliff, with an expanse of ecstasy waiting beneath it.
Indy’s mouth slams down over mine.
Our tongues move together in concert with our bodies.
The fire is rightthere, burning me from the inside.
And with one last desperate plunge, I explode.
Leaping off the cliff in a burst of fireworks.
My core clenches around him, convulsing in waves of pleasure.
All my muscles lock up.
I cry out Indy’s name.
And like we’re two halves of the same whole, he jumps along with me.
He fills me in hard, jutting pulses. His arms lock around my body, holding me close. His eyes fall shut and the tendons in his neck stand out.
But I keep my eyes open. Because I love seeing my husband like this. So unrestrained. So passionate. So vulnerable.
I’m not sure how much time passes before Indy finally sets me down. Enough time to soften inside me. Enough time for the water to cool from hot to lukewarm. Long enough for my pulse to return to near normal and for the aftershocks to subside.
Once my feet are back on the shower floor, Indy smooths my hair back from my face and kisses me again. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I laugh at his question. He just held me up for what, ten, fifteen minutes while keeping his balance in the water-slicked shower, and he wants to know ifI’mokay? When all I had to do was cling to him like an oversized koala?
But that’s a bit much to say. So instead, I just nod. “I’m more than okay,” I tell him. “I’m great.”
He smiles. “Me too.”
Then, he grabs the bottle of shampoo off the ledge and pours a small amount into his hand. Turning me back around, he starts lathering my hair, pausing every few seconds to kiss me somewhere—my shoulder or my neck or my cheek.
He washes my hair like it’s the most fragile silk, carefully rinsing out the shampoo and then conditioning it just as thoroughly. My body receives the same attention as he strokes the washcloth gently across my skin, lingering on my breasts and between my legs. Once I’m clean, he washes himself quickly, then shuts the water off and grabs one of the white, fluffy towels hanging outside the shower.
After I’m all dried and wrapped up in one of the luxurious bathrobes the hotel provided for us, I follow Indy out into the bedroom and plop down on the king-sized bed. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab my implants while Indy puts on his prosthetic. As soon as they’re working, I give Indy a thumbs up.
He grins and pulls me into a hug. “Shower sex really is pretty great, isn’t it?”
I smile back at him. “It is.” I think for a second. “Although we’re going to be getting all sweaty soon. So I’m not sure we really needed to shower.”
Indy smirks. “Needed? Maybe not. But I definitely enjoyed it.”
“True.” I reach for my phone to check the time. “I guess we should probably get ready. Since the race starts in a little over an hour. And it’ll take us twenty minutes or so to get there.”
“We probably should,” he agrees. With a mischievous smile, he adds, “I know you don’t want to start the 5K late.”
“No. I don’t want to start late.” I swat his arm playfully. “Since I’m already going to be all the way at the back.”
“Bea, you’re not. You’re going to do just fine. And remember, it’s not a race. It’s just a bunch of people running to raise money for charity.”
