The hot water hit my back, and I hissed out a breath—more from the shock of her in front of me than the temperature. Her eyes were closed under the stream, head tilted back, water trailing down her shoulders. I reached for the small bottle of shampoo and tipped it into my hand.
“Turn around for me,” I said, voice low.
She did, trusting me.
I moved behind her and slid my fingers into her hair, working the soap in gently. She moaned a little and leaned back against my chest. I massaged her scalp, slow and tender, my fingers moving through her damp hair with care. Sloane took care of so many others, always shouldering their burdens. I wanted to carry hers.
“Is this okay?” I asked against her ear, brushing a kiss to the side of her neck.
She nodded.
My hands shook as I rinsed the soap away. Not from nerves. From how deeply I felt all of it. Her skin. Her breath. Her body pressed to mine. Her trust.
I ran my palms down her arms. Then lower. Every movement deliberate. Nothing rushed. Every second I spent caring for her like this, I wanted more. I grazed under her breast, noting how she gasped and leaned more into me. Smiling into her neck, I nipped her skin right near her collarbone as I teased her. Not quite giving her what she wanted but building the heat up.
“Oliver,” she moaned, trying to grab me, but I took her hands and placed them on the wall of the shower.
“Keep them there. This is your punishment for leaving me without a fucking word.”
I grazed each side of her breasts, then ran my palms over her nipples, causing her to let out that sexy sound again. “Yes, honey, I love how you react to me. Don’t hide a thing from me.”
I tugged her beaded points, then sucked her skin. I wanted my marks on her again, to see evidence of us being together. There was something about seeing the hickeys I left on her.
I kept my lips on her skin, moving my hands down and patting the sides of her wet thighs. “Spread your legs.”
She did, arching her back and grinding her ass into my cock. I used her movement and slid my fingers between her thighs, rubbing her clit a few times until I slid inside her. Her pussy tightened around me, her moans breathier as I curled my fingers at the end.
“Yes, Oliver, yes.” She panted now, her legs trembling against me as I continued to please her. “You feel so good.”
“That’s my girl,” I whispered, moving my free hand to cup her throat from behind. I felt every breath she took as I broughther closer to orgasm. She swallowed hard, attempting to move her hands from the wall. “No, I didn’t say you could move. Not until you come.”
“Unnng, that’s so hot,” she said, voice low and sultry.
I swirled my thumb over her clit, continuing my pace from earlier, and god, I focused on her. All of her. The scent of her shampoo, the taste of her skin, and the way she trembled. Her throaty moans and wet body would be my complete undoing. I’d give her anything she wanted.
“I’m so close. Oh god. I’m so—” She arched her back, and I leaned forward, turned her head, and captured her mouth with mine so I could taste her pleasure. She shuddered against me, her body melting against mine as I held her up. I never stopped. I touched her, kissed her, urged her on to get every drop of her orgasm.
“Holy shit, Oliver.” She leaned against me, her head on my shoulder, back pressed against my chest as she gasped for air. The hot water dripped on my skin, steam billowing around us. “That was…” She spun and stared up at me with water dripping from her lashes, thick dark lashes that framed her brown eyes. Heat, want, and trust swirled in her eyes before she gripped the back of my head and slammed my mouth against hers. “I want more of you,” she said between kisses, her frenzy fueling my own desire.
She was the first woman who wished I didn’t play football. She saw me and wanted me as I was, and that feeling was intoxicating. “Yes, honey, take whatever you want.”
She kissed my neck, tapping my side in what I understood as picking her up. I hoisted her around me, my cock jutting up and rubbing against her wet pussy. She stared down and took my cock in her hand, guiding me into her in a smooth motion. Fuck, she felt so good.
“Don’t hurt yourself, but I was gonna die if you weren’t inside me.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
I thrust into her, using the wall to hold her up as I fucked her. It hadn’t been two days since the hotel, and I already felt like it was too long. I gripped her hips and stared into her eyes as I pistoned into her. My muscles clenched, and my heart raced with pleasure and need as she squeezed her legs around me, tugging me closer. My skin tingled as the orgasm neared, but it wasn’t enough. “I need more, baby,” I rasped.
She pushed off the wall and rocked into me, taking complete control as she clenched around my cock. Our bodies were wet and slid together as she arched up, her breasts right in my face. I bent down and sucked one, thrusting into her deeper as she cried out. “Yes, Oliver, oh my god, keep doing that!”
I sucked her nipple harder, going as hard and deep as I could while holding her. Then my orgasm hit me hard, and my ears rang. “Fuck, Sloane!”
My chest rose slowly, steadily, like my body had finally caught up to the moment. The tension that lived in my shoulders was gone. My arms were still around her, our skin damp, hearts syncing like they finally found the right rhythm. I felt her breath on my chest, warm and even. My muscles had gone soft, loose, like I’d run the longest route of my life and finally reached the end zone. But this wasn’t exhaustion. This was release. Relief. Connection. Something I couldn’t name that ran deeper than anything I’d felt before. I’d had sex. I’d had good sex. But I’d never had this—the quiet after, the way my brain settled instead of spun, the way I didn’t want to move because every part of me still craved her. Sloane. My hands were still on her waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles because I couldn’t stop touching her. She looked up at me, eyes soft, cheeks flushed, and I knew with a clarity I couldn’t explain that I was fucked. In the best way.Because the chemistry and connection had never been like this. Not with anyone else. Not even close.
“Hey.” She grinned sheepishly, a cute blush covering her face. “That was…”
“Yeah.” I matched her smile, grinning down at her before kissing her forehead. My cock was still inside her, and I knew we had to move, but I let the moment linger for a minute longer. “That was.”
