“Oh,” she breathed.Oh, my.
“I didn’t have any right to be,” he continued, his voice low, his face serious.“Still don’t.But I didn’t want you to want him.I wanted you to want me.Us.”
That idle, lazy arousal was rapidly becoming more urgent.“I did.I did want you.I just didn’t think I could have you, or Jesse.”
“You can have me.You can have us.”He cupped her face, water beading on his lashes, dripping off his face.“You’ve got us.However you want, whenever you want.You’ve got us.”
Oh my, oh my.“Knox.”
“What, baby?”His thumbs stroked over her cheeks, her mouth.“What do you need?Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
She couldn’t think, could barely breathe.Steam had filled the shower, great clouds of mist rising up, wrapping them in a hot, wet cocoon where nothing existed but the two of them.Following her gut, her heart, she opened her mouth and gave him the truth.“You.I need you.”
“You’ve got me,” he promised and kissed her.
It was soft and sweet and hot and deep, and everything inside her rose up to meet it.There was no flash of heat, no spike of sensation, but a slow rise, a steady climb.Her head felt light, her limbs heavy, and desire flowed like thick, sweet honey.
His mouth left hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck, and her head fell back.Her hands rested on his ribs, but she had no memory of putting them there.“Knox,” she murmured.
“I’m here.”He sipped at her throat, lapped at her pulse.“I’m here.”
“Touch me,” she begged, hearing the plea in her voice but not caring.It didn’t matter if she begged, because he’d never deny her.“Knox, please.”
“Where, darling?Here?”he murmured, stroking his hands over her breasts.Her nipples were hard little nubs, tight and swollen in the steam, pulsing with sensation when he plucked and stroked and rubbed.
She sighed.“Yes.”
He slid his hands down her belly, sluicing water.“Here?”
Her muscles quivered under his hand, and she dropped her head forward to rest on his shoulder.“More.”
“Here, then,” he said softly, one hand delving between her legs while the other slid around to brace on her lower back.Her pussy was soft and wet, slick under his fingers.
“More,” she said again and shifted her thighs apart to drive the point home.
“God, you feel good,” he whispered, his voice weaving through the drumming of the water, the pounding of her heart.“So hot, so wet.So soft.God, Chloe, you’re so soft.”
She shuddered when he slid a finger inside her, shivered when he stroked gently in and out.Sensation piled on top of sensation, building layer by layer until her knees threatened to buckle.Overcome, yearning for more, she turned her face to his neck, opened her mouth to taste him there.“Knox.Please.”
“Tell me,” he urged, stroking faster, harder.The hand at her back urged her closer.“Tell me.”
“Inside me.”She fumbled one hand down to wrap around him.His hitching groan was music, was joy.“Here, now.Please.”
“I’ve got you,” he promised, turning her, shifting her.She followed without hesitation, trusting him to lead.
He carried them out of the spray of water and sat on the low bench that ran along the shower wall.She might have shivered a little, but there was too much steam, too much heat to worry about being cold.She stood while he rolled on a condom—no idea where that had come from, but who cared—then climbed into his lap and with a happy hum, grasped his penis by the root.
“Easy,” he warned, bracing his hands on her waist, fingers clenching when she wedged him into place.
She looked up, into his misty eyes, and took him in.
She sank down slowly, moving her hand when she bumped into it, looking into his eyes, the pleasure she felt reflected there.Felt her body spread to take him in, clasp him tight to hold him.He shuddered with pleasure, his big body shaking under hers, and the power of it was heady as a shot of whiskey.Right now, in the still and the steam, this beautiful man was hers, a gift of unimaginable worth, and she knew if she lived a hundred years, she’d never forget this moment.
“Chloe,” he sighed, and there was such yearning in his voice, an ache that called to her to soothe, to comfort.Following instinct, following need, she kissed him, giving him all she could, all she had, and began to move.
Slow, because she couldn’t bear to rush, she lifted herself up, lowered herself down.The air was thick, the steam and the heat wrapping around them, a cocoon of want and need.His arms wrapped around her, big hands stroking, soothing and enticing in equal measure.Her blood quickened, urgency built, but still she moved languidly, unhurried, wanting to wring out every last drop of pleasure she could.
But eventually need overrode the desire to linger, and she started to move faster.But Knox tightened his hands on her waist, held her back.Panting, she tore her mouth away from his.
