“What? You wanted a moment ... How am I doing?”
There’s relief in her smile as I slide my hand around her slick body, pulling it flush to mine.
“Do you remember how to do this?” I tease, my voice low and deep. “Since the official statement is we never happened.”
We’re face-to-face, her bare legs wrapped around me. Our lips barely touching as she reaches over my shoulders, gathering my wet T-shirt and dragging it up and over my back.
Water drips on my head when she pulls it over, before bringing her lips close to mine as she answers, “You’re like riding a bike ... The real question is, do you remember how to dome?”
She tosses my shirt on the floor, and the fabric hits with a smack. But my attention’s on her as my stomach caves, tickled by the smallest amount of the curly hair she leaves unwaxed. Evie’s breasts press against my chest as she drapes her arms over my shoulders.
Fuck, she feels good.
The corner of my lips pull into a smirk. “Evil, fucking you is the only thing I’m better at than cooking.”
And I’ll stand by that for life.
Her eyes are locked on mine, anticipating my move. But I take in a deep inhale-exhale as she searches my eyes, my palms exploring the slippery surface of her back.
I could explode and seal my mouth over hers. Kiss her roughly until her perfect pout is bruised and we’re fucking like animals.
But I won’t.
Instead, I lean in slowly, closing the millimeters that separate us, and kiss her, gently. Our warm lips press along with our bodies. And I feel her shudder before her wet hands weave through my hair.
She asked for me to take it all away, and the only way I can do that is to make it last until she’s so fucking spent that all she can do is sleep.
And even then, I won’t leave her.
My eyes are closed as her full lips part, welcoming mine to glide between them. We’re slow and steady, the world fading into fuzzy edges and blurred lines as we kiss, lips gliding and slipping between the other’s before I tilt my head and tease the tip of my tongue to hers.
A quiet moan leaves her throat before she wraps her arms tighter around my neck, dipping her tongue inside my mouth to dance with mine. Our breath mingles as we lose ourselves to this.
I swear to god, time stops. Because nothing outside this tub matters.
It’s just her and this goddamn kiss.
My head rocks as we entangle passionately, deeply kissing to the steady rhythm of lust that dances over our lips. It picks up pace as she arches her body, pressing her bare breasts against my chest, and I squeeze her tighter in a hug, feeling how hard her nipples are.
I want to put one in my mouth and roll my tongue over it until she’s breathing heavy and rubbing her legs together.
But I can’t stop kissing her.
My hold loosens to let my hands explore her slick, sudsy body, running them down her waist to her ass.
She sighs into my mouth, circling her hips.
Goddamn. Everything about the way she moves her body and responds to my touch is divinely sexual. Evie is effortlessly erotic.
And all I want is her naked body on mine, skin to skin, completely connected.
My hands splay over her ribcage, lifting her off me because I’m still wearing my fucking jeans. She groans her dissent as our mouths break apart, our faces staying trained in each other’s directions, still wanting more.
“Unbuckle,” I make out before we’re locked on each other again, lips sealed as if our lives depend on it.
We’re more breathless this time, the kiss amping up to fevered and decadently impassioned as she reaches down under the warm water, fumbling around for the button on my jeans, before I feel the waistband loosen.
“Off,” I growl, mad I have to stop kissing her again before I stand, and she squeals.
