“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with desire but still so careful, so concerned. Even now, after everything, he’s checking in, making sure I’m okay.
I answer by sliding my hands down his chest, hooking my fingers in his waistband. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
Harrison groans, capturing my mouth in a kiss that steals my breath. He pulls my hips, flush against him as I work at his wet jeans and he works at mine. We kick them off, leaving them in a soaked heap. He lifts me then, my legs wrapping around his waist as my back meets the cool tile wall. The contrast between the cold surface and his hot body against me is dizzying. My hands grasp his shoulders as he kisses my neck, trailing his soft lips down to my collarbone.
“I love you,” he breathes against my skin, the words sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve always loved you.”
I can’t speak, can only hold onto him as he presses me firmly to the wall, his hips grinding alongside mine in a way that makes me gasp. The water continues to pour over us, creating a cocoon of steam and sensation that separates us from everything outside this moment.
I nod, unable to form words. The vulnerability of being this intimate with water streaming down my body is overwhelming but freeing. There are no more barriers between us now, physical or emotional.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, His hands trail up my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, the heat between us almost unbearable.
“There’s something about having that skin on skin moment with the one you love,” he murmurs against my ear, his arms wrapping solidly around me, holding me. “The one you need. The one you don’t ever want to be without.”
I sigh into his hold, wanting so much more than this but reveling in the comfort of his strong arms. “I love it when you hold me, H.”
“I want to make you feel good,” he states against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. “I want to forget everything but this. Everything but us. I need you, Harper. I want this. Need this.”
“Harrison,” I breathe. “God, I want that too.” I want to lose myself in him, to let the pain of today wash away in the shower spray. I want to feel him inside me, around me, everywhere. I want him claiming me.
No.
Ineedhim to claim me.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking with need.
My back pressing against the cool tile as he holds me impressively with one arm, his other hand slides between us. His fingers find me and I arch against him, a moan escaping my lips.
“I love that sound,” he breathes, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers work against me. “I want to hear it again.”
I clutch at his shoulders as his fingers slide inside me with practiced ease, curling against me to find that perfect spot that makes me cry out. My head falls back against the tile as the water streams down between us, turning every touch slick and desperate. I can’t think and I can’t breathe.
But I can feel him, everywhere and all at once.
He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss, but then he’s pressing against me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, I see everything. His fear, his love, his hope. I cup his face in my hands, our foreheads touching as he pushes inside me in one slow, deliberate thrust.
“Oooh, God,” I moan at the pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice breaking. “Harper…”
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, drawing him deeper. “I’ve got you, H,” I whisper against his lips. “I’ve always got you.”
He starts to move, his hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that’s both desperate and reverent. Each thrust drives me higher, the steam and the emotion and the sensation overwhelming me until I can barely remember how we even got here.
“I love you,” I gasp as he fills me completely. “I love you so much.”
His rhythm becomes more urgent, more desperate, as if he’s trying to push away the hurt of the day with each thrust. I cling to him, water streaming between our bodies, my back sliding against the tile with each powerful movement. The heat builds low in my stomach, coiling tighter with every stroke.
“Look at me,” Harrison commands softly, his voice strained. “I need to see you.”
I open my eyes and find his intense blue gaze locked on mine, vulnerable and fierce all at once. The raw emotion there nearly undoes me, all his pain, all his love, all his hope reflected back at me. I cup his face in my hands again, my thumbs brushing away water that might be tears.
“I’m right here,” I whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Something fractures in his expression, and his thrusts become wild and relentless. I’m ascending toward oblivion, every inch of my skin electrified as he shifts, the thick head of his cock slamming against my g-spot with devastating precision.
“Oh God, Harrison—” My voice shatters as my pussy clenches around his length, my thighs trembling uncontrollably against his grip. “I’m going to come?—”
