She shakes her head quickly. “It wasn’t really that. I… got scared. You were right before. I’ve put up some pretty high walls. I don’t know how to not be this person.” Her voice cracks and the confession is nearly enough to unravel me.
“Scared of what?” I know the answer, but I need to hear her say it.
She swallows hard. “Of this. Us.” Her gaze locks onto mine.
The steam from the shower is billowing around us, the water still needling my back. “But you want to try?” I ask.
“Do you?”
My lips pull into a half-smile and I ignore the way my heart is pounding in my chest. “I asked first.”
Izzy lets out a shaky breath before she nods. “I don’t want to walk away from this.”
I hadn’t realized until this moment how much I needed to hear those words. How much I’ve been falling for this woman. My feelings for her might be tangled in the ranch, but I’m damn sure that whatever else happens, I want Izzy in my life. And I want to be something she fights for like she does Mad and the horses.
I move fast, hand wrapping around her wrist, tugging her fully clothed into the spray of water.
“I meant what I said the other day. I’m in.” I tangle my fingers in her hair, my lips hovering close to hers. The tension stretches tight, like we’re on a cliff edge, hands clasped. Ready to leap.
“And I’m wet,” Izzy deadpans, rolling her eyes. But there’s a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
And now it’s my turn to smile. I drop my voice low before I speak. “Blondie, I haven’t even started getting you wet.”
She starts to laugh, but I capture her lips in mine before she can finish. The kiss is urgent. Her hands wrap around my neck, her body pressing against me. I’m rock-hard in seconds and tugging at her top and skirt until she’s in her underwear—black lace, sheer and sexy as hell. I drop my mouth to her collarbone, tracing the damp skin with my tongue, savoring the way she shivers beneath my touch as heat burns in my groin.
I unhook her bra, freeing her perfect breasts, wanting to feel her skin against mine. To ravish every part of her until she’s screaming my name.
“You gonna let me take care of you, Brooks?” I grit out.
She replies with a teasing smile. “I might, but first…” Her eyes darken and she drops to her knees and takes my dick in herhand, fingers wrapping around my length, firm and deliberate and so fucking good. Fire pools low in my belly.
I groan low in my throat as her eyes lock on mine. She strokes me slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip then down to the hilt. I press my hands to the walls, steadying myself as her tongue traces a path all the way up my length—slow and torturous—as the warm water beads down on my shoulders.
“Izzy,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”
Her breath is hot against my skin, and I shudder under her touch. “Patience, Sullivan,” she says before trailing her tongue over my tip, her eyes watching me come apart. “You’re always so damn impatient.”
She takes her time, teasing me with little flicks and sucks, and when she finally takes me fully into her mouth, I hiss out a long, “Fuck,” as my hips jerk, pushing myself further into her mouth. She draws me in deep, my tip hitting the back of her throat and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My hands tangle in her wet hair, needing to touch her. “You take me so well,” I groan.
She draws herself up, her tongue moving in slow circles. I swear I grow harder in that second before she slides me back into her mouth. All the way in. Taking me as far as she can before drawing back. Over and over, she moves until the burn in my groin scorches. The pressure starts to build, but I want more. I want her. I want everything. And it’s like she senses my thoughts because she pulls back slowly.
“You want me to carry on?” she asks, her hand stroking my length. “Or you want to play?” Her grin is wicked and has me pulling her to her feet in one movement.
“Oh, I want to play.”
I press her back against the cool tile of the shower wall. The water rolls down her body, soaking her hair, her skin glistening. My lips press to hers, our tongues colliding as my hands roamevery inch of her body. I trail my fingers over her breasts, rolling one nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she’s arching into me. My mouth trails down her neck as my hand moves between her thighs, brushing over the lace of her panties.
Her breath hitches as I lean in, my lips pressing against the sensitive spot below her ear. “You wet for me, Brooks?”
“Yes,” she gasps out.
I growl, nipping at her earlobe before trailing kisses down her neck. My hands move to her hips and I push her panties down over that perfect fucking ass of hers. She wraps her arms around my neck, wriggling out of them, pressing her naked body against me. I reach a hand between her legs, groaning as I feel her wetness, how much she wants me. My dick is begging to be buried inside her, but I’m not done playing yet. I circle my finger around her center, finding her sweet spot. Her body tenses, her head leaning back against the tiled walls as her hips arch into my touch.
“Please fuck me,” she gasps.
“Patience, Brooks. You’re always so damn impatient.”
She laughs, the sound ending in a hissed gasp, her name on my lips as I slide a finger into her. I bury my head in her neck, my mouth on her skin, kissing, sucking, wanting everything she has to give. Her body. Her mind. Everything. I want it all.
