Cash groaned, and I looked up at him through the spray to see his jaw clenched like he was trying to find restraint.
Only he had none.
He stroked himself once again.
“You need to get out of here, Daisy.” The words ground out of him.
“I can’t. I need this.”
Hazel eyes darkened to pitch. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do. I know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m asking you to let me give you a little of the pleasure you gave me. I want to show you that I’m not afraid of who you are. I want to taste you, too. Watch you come apart.”
My plea was jagged. The confession heaving from my juddering chest.
The sound that came out of him could only be described as feral, and I swore, I saw something inside him snap.
Greed took over every inch of his expression.
“Is that what you want? You want me to fuck your sweet little mouth? You want to feel my cock stuffing it so full you won’t be able to breathe?”
There was nothing gentle about his tone.
“Yes.” It quivered out, and the hard tiles bit into my knees.
Fisting himself, he turned so he was facing me, and he ran the tip of his dick across my lips.
“This? This what you want?”
“Yes, please.” I hoped I didn’t squeak it because on all things holy, I was nervous.
I wanted to be…good for him.
His hand fisted in my wet hair, and he tipped my head back. Water pelted against his shoulders. The man a fortress that towered. His skin was slicked, and every muscle in his body rippled with brute strength.
He was so brutally beautiful, I couldn’t breathe.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He murmured that. Soft and filled with regret.
It was. It was always supposed to be like this. Didn’t he know?
“I told you that you’re every fantasy I’ve ever dared to have.”
“Is that so?” His voice slipped right back into possession.
I nodded frantically.
“Every single one?” His hand tightened in my hair, as if he were challenging me, while he continued to rub himself back and forth across my lips.
Need spun through my belly, and chills lifted on my skin. “Every single one.”
It was you. It was always you.
“You always imagined this? Being on your knees for me?” Each word was gravel, and I gave him another erratic nod.
“I thought once you were finally mine, and it never went away. I always wanted it. I always wanted to know what it would be like with you.”
Not only this.
