Her bare breasts press to my chest when I run my fingers through her hair, sluicing water down her long tresses until all the shampoo is rinsed away. My cock responds to her nearness, wanting to sink into her warmth. Stake my claim to her. That she’s mine and not his.
“The tighter you try to hold onto her, the easier it will be for her to slip right through your fingers.”
“I’m sorry.” My lips kiss along her shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” I tell her with every press of my mouth on her wet skin.
She looks up at me through the falling water, and I get lost in the soft green of her eyes. Grabbing the bottle of liquid soap from the inset shelf, she pours some into her hands and begins lathering my chest.
I still her ministrations and bring her hands to my lips. “You said you would always trust me, even when I lied to you.”
Her mouth purses, and her eyes heat. “I’m intelligent enough to know the difference between keeping a secret and lying. You didn’t lie, Fallon, but you took away my choice. And Ryder…I just don’t understand why he kept it from me.”
“Even the most honorable man isn’t infallible. Love makes us cross moral lines and venture blindly into the gray areas that exist between black and white.”
My rock-hard cock throbs against her stomach, but I refuse to give in to its demands. As much as I want to fuck her, I need to know where I stand, so I can prepare my heart for when it shatters.
“Do you still love him?”
Twisting the length of her hair, she wrings the water out and drapes the ends over one shoulder. “That’s not a fair question, and you damn well know why.”
“After everything he did?” Because if she can forgive Jay, there is hope for me.
“Says the man preaching from the pedestal he built out of secrets.”
Not able to endure the mere millimeter of space separating us, I push closer and take her face between my hands with something close to desperation. “I told you that once I had you, you were mine.”
“That’s possession, Fallon, not love.”
“It’s howIlove, Elizabeth. I love you completely and with no end. I’ve never loved another person the way I love you. You are it for me. So, if you want to be with him, I won’t stop you. I will always be waiting for you when you come back.”
Her hands glide up my chest, over my nipples, then settle around the base of my neck. Her thumbs dig into my jugular notch, almost as if she’s contemplating strangling me. “I love you, too. I’m just mad at you and don’t like you very much at the moment—stop smiling.”
I can’t help it. I get stupid every time I hear her say that she loves me. “You can be angry at me and not like me all you want, as long as you love me.”
She makes the most adorable huff. “That’s the most ridiculous?—”
I spin her around, my hands anxious to explore her water-slicked body. “No more talking,” I tell her as my mouth seduces the column of her neck.
Curving a hand under her thigh, I lift it up and place her foot on the shower bench in front of us, opening her more fully. She moans when I sink two fingers inside her, my thumb teasing circles around her clit.
“Already so wet for me.”
She doesn’t deny it, only rocks her hips forward, following the movement of my fingers as I slowly fuck her with them.
Kissing behind her ear, I murmur, “You feel so good. I love touching you, making you come, hearing you moan.” I cup her breast, feeling its fullness before rolling her nipple between my thumb and middle finger.
“Fallon,” she hushes, reaching an arm behind her and pulling my mouth to hers. Our tongues dance with sybaritic movements, our kiss as sensual as the way her body is writhing against mine.
“Tell me again.” The strokes of my fingers slow, not letting her come until she says the words I’m so addicted to.
“I love you,” she rasps against my mouth.
Removing my fingers, I enter her from behind, thrusting into her tight heat, and within minutes, she climaxes beautifully in my arms. I kiss her through her orgasm, wanting to drink in every moan she makes.
When her body goes lax, I turn off the shower and lift her in my arms.
“You didn’t…you know,” she says.
Carefully stepping out of the stall, I set her gently on her feet. “Not about me tonight, baby.” Grabbing a towel from the bar, I take my time drying her off before draping it over the vanity. “Up you go,” I tell her, picking her up by the hips and sitting her down on the countertop. Finding where she keeps her blow dryer, I plug it in.
