“I’m on birth control,” I assure him, my arms wrapping around his neck to play with the damp hair there. “I would never do anything to trap you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He chuckles and drops his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “Baby, when are you going to realize that it’smetrying to trapyou?”
A flood of heat races down my spine and into my core.
“I get tested regularly for the team,” he says, his voice rough. “I’ve been celibate for an unholy amount of time. I’m clean.”
“I trust you,” I reply, pulling his face down to mine because I do. In so many ways it makes my head spin and heart hurt. I trust him with my reputation. I trust him with my life, and I trust him with my heart.
He kisses me hard, his lips possessive and hungry, his teeth nipping at my lower lip before his tongue soothes the sting. Then he lifts me again, pinning me against the shower wall, his hard, bare cock nudging at my entrance.
“Fuck, this is going to feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with need.
I nod. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Thank fuck I’m the first.” Then he presses in, the thick head of his cock sliding just past my opening. We both look down, watching where we're joined as he feeds another inch inside before pulling out, allowing me to adjust to his width. He rocks his hips forward harder, and then pulls back, gliding easily in and out of me like we were made to do this all along.
"Fuck, Rosie. Just... fuck. You’re so good."
Slowly, he works his way in, his hands gripping my ass as he lifts me effortlessly, holding me against the tile until finally he’s buried all the way to the root. He stills for a moment, the hot water cascading down on us, pooling where we’re joined together like a cup.
“Rosie,” he whispers, his hand sliding up to my neck. His fingers wrap around the back of me and squeeze. It’s firm but not painful. It’s possessive like he can’t get enough of touching me and having my attention focused on him. I understand the feeling. It feels good to have Boone’s focus on me. “I’m never,ever,fucking you with a condom again. That… was a crime against humanity.”
I laugh and the motion makes my pussy squeeze him harder because his eyes press shut and he lets out a long breathy sigh.
“It feels good for me too,” I tell him.
He drops his forehead to mine. “We still need to talk.”
“I know,” I whisper back. And I also know that right now’s not the time.
He pulls out completely. His cock, covered in my arousal comes into view. The water hits it, attempting to wash away the evidence of my desire for him and failing before he slides back inside me, the stretch so good it burns.
“You were made for me,” he murmurs.
Every ridge of him, every deep, deliberate stroke as he moves in and out of me sends shockwaves through my body. It’s as if I can feel the veins adding to the friction, those delicious ones I've enjoyed licking while he's come down my throat.
Warm water splashes between us, right where we’re connected, the light slapping sound as my ass meets the shower wall making my moans echo off the tile. His fingers dig into my skin, gripping me hard enough to leave marks that I hope never will fade while he holds me up.
I open my mouth, about to tell him how good he feels, how I’ve never been stretched like this before and never want to be by anyone else. I’m prepared to lay it out on the line. To ask if he feels the same way.
This isn’t sex brain, this isn’t just lust, this is clarity. But before I can say anything, a sharp knock at the bathroom door shatters the moment.
Boone freezes mid-thrust, his cock buried so deep inside me I swear he’s touching my cervix. My eyes widen in fear. His lips pull into a tight line as he mouths at me,“Who the fuck is that?”
Panic blooms in my chest. I shrug helplessly, mouthing back,“I have no idea!”
The knock comes again, louder this time.
“Who is it?” I call out, forcing my voice to project over the rush of the water from the showerhead and blood in my ears.
The bathroom door creaks open slightly, and my heart stops. I swear I can feel the moment where I start to lose grip on reality, and the shower wall. Boone catches me easily and pins me in place. Not letting me fall to the ground.
We didn’t lock the door!
Of course, we didn’t. I live alone. No one has a key to my house except Eden and her boyfriend who’ve been doing renovations and…
Cain?
