This time is different. She knows how I feel. She may as well know what she does to me.
“Fuck, I love it when you whine my name like that.” Sounding so hoarse, my eyes lock onto where our bodies meet. Her stomach and thighs have a light pink hue. Is it from the water, or is this beauty just flushed all over?
Thrusting against her, nudging against her clit with enough pressure to make her feel something, just not enough of it, I focus on not coming. It’s been too long. Just when I feel like I’m about to hit my limit, I pull back, much to her dismay.
Before she can complain as I’m releasing her, I’m tucking my hand between her thighs and discovering just how warm and wet she really is. Perfectly soaked.
“You should’ve come to me sooner before you got this bad…” Panting the words against her ear, I hook two fingers inside her channel and imagine the grip she has on them is on my cock instead. Her walls flutter as soon as my thumb grazes her clit.
How long has she been near the edge like this? Normally, it takes a little while to get her warmed up, but she’s already—
Her cry bounces off of the shower walls as she comes on against my fingers. One of my favorite scenes playing out, I watch as her eyes pinch shut and a wave of shivers wrack through her entire body as her thighs clamp down on my wrist to keep me in place.
I don’t ever want to let this go.
“I love you.” The words leave me, not even an ounce of hesitation swarming around in my chest. “I love you so fucking much, Leah.”
Not only does it feel good to say it out loud, but seeing her entire body light up at the confession is worth every minute I’ve held them close to my chest.
How many times had I imagined her shoving me away and cutting me off? Too many to count. In this very moment, the last thing she wants is distance. She’s clinging hard like she never wants to let go. I’m not going anywhere. However many times I have to reassure her, I’ll do it until I’ve lost my voice.
Pulling away from her, I shut off the water and leave us dripping. Turning back toward her, I’m picking her up before I can think twice.
The daze in her eyes clears as she realizes I’m making our way out of the shower. She weighs nicely in my hold, but we both know I’m taking a big risk here.
I’ve taken so many of them lately. Why stop now?
“Warden—” Choking on my name, the panic starts to seep in.
“Leah.” Stepping over to her sink, I plop her on the counter. She hisses at the cool surface as it makes contact with her flushed skin. “Kiss me before I lose my mind.”
She does.
I don’t hesitate. I capture her mouth again, slanting my lips over hers, swallowing her gasp. This time, there’s no slow build. My tongue finds hers, and we’re there, dancing that old, desperate dance.
A groan rumbles in my chest, and I use the sound as an excuse to pull her hips, dragging her right to the counter’s edge. She has no choice but to cling to me, her arms locking around my neck, her body arched into mine.
Between kisses, deep and consuming, I break to taste the salt on her skin. I nip the line of her jaw, the hollow of her throat. “Tell me,” I breathe against her damp skin, the words raw. “Should I go hunt down a condom?”
I already know I will if that’s what she wants. We’ve played it safe for years, and I’ve never dared to mention taking such a big decision. This is different. This could start something new between us.
I pull back just enough to see her eyes, to see her pupils are blown wide with the same want I feel deep inside. “I want to know how you feel,” I say, the confession rough. “All of you. Wrapped around me. With nothing in the way.”
Her breathing grows a little quicker before she blinks. She understands what I’m implying, doesn’t she?
I peck her swollen lips, feel the shape of a smile I can’t contain. “Whatever happens, happens.” My thumb brushes her cheekbone. “I’ll be right here with you.”
Her eyes get misty, shining with all the emotions she must’ve tried to hide for so long, and the sight cracks me right open. She doesn’t speak, just nods, a quick, sure dip of her chin.
With her permission, I have to shove away the happiness that swarms in my chest to remain focused.
Reaching between us, my hand wrapping around my cock, guiding myself to her. She’s slick and ready, and the first press is a hot wave of smoldering perfection.
A relieved, satisfied sigh escapes her lips, echoed by my own as I push forward, burying myself to the hilt in one slow, relentless slide. All the way in, I’m already dizzy. ]
She’s so tight, so impossibly hot, and for a second, I just stay there, welded to her, my forehead bumping her shoulder as I fight the urge to come then and there.
“Leah,” I grit out, the only word left in me.
