She shook her head, water droplets flying.
I dropped my brow to hers and breathed through the crushing disappointment.
“Pill,” she murmured, brushing her lips to mine. “And I’m clean.”
Oh, thank Christ.
“Me too,” I said, my voice hoarse with need. “I’ve never... not like this.”
Her eyes softened, her hands cupping my face. “Me neither.”
It was all I needed to hear. I shifted my hips, sliding into her in one long, slow thrust. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. I groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of her. She was tight and hot and perfect. And she was finally mine.
This was more than just sex. More than the scratching of some itch. This was us, finally coming together after years of dancing around each other. This was a beginning, a promise of more. And suddenly I needed to know that she felt that, too.
“Tate.” My voice was ragged with emotion.
Her eyes opened, locking onto mine. She saw it all. I knew she did. The love, the longing, the hope. And she didn’t look away. Instead, she pulled me closer, her legs tightening around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.
“Move, Kellan,” she whispered. “Please.”
So I did. I pulled out, then drove back in, her body gripping me tightly. I set a rhythm, slow and deep, each thrust drawing a gasp from her, a groan from me. The water poured down on us, steam rising, cocooning us in our own little world.
As her body tensed, her breath coming shorter, I could feel her getting close. I was right there with her, the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight. I slipped a hand between us, finding her clit, circling it with my thumb.
“Come with me, Tate. Let me feel you come around me.” Again, the words came out in a rough demand.
And again she detonated, her inner muscles clamping down on me as she cried out my name. It was too much, too good. I thrust into her once, twice more, before my own orgasm hit me like a wrecking ball, destroying us both.
Twelve
Tate
Holy shit. I just had sex with Kellan.
And it was incredible.
My body still hummed with the aftershocks as I slowly came back to myself. I managed to pry open my eyes, blinking away the drops of water that clung to my lashes. Kellan’s gaze met mine, intense and unreadable. I’d never seen this look from him before, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Carefully, he eased out of me and lowered me until my feet touched the shower floor. His hands lingered on my hips, as if to make sure I was steady before he reached back to turn off the water that was headed toward cool. The sudden deafening silence was broken only by our ragged breaths. He grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around me with a tenderness that made my heart twist in my chest. Then he grabbed one for himself, hastily wiping down before draping it around his hips.
Before I could utter a single word, he scooped me into his arms, bride-style. I let out a yelp of surprise, clutching the towel to keep it from falling, though I had no idea why. He’d just been inside me minutes ago. There were no more secrets between us.
Oh God.
He carried me down the hall as if I weighed nothing, his stride sure and steady. Our eyes locked, and there was a question in his gaze, one I absolutely wasn’t ready to answer.
He shouldered open the door to my bedroom, striding over to the bed and gently setting me down on the covers. Then he stretched out beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close, until my back pressed against his chest. His heart beat strong and steady against my skin. Something about it soothed the faint edge of panic trying to claw its way up my throat.
He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. I had a fleeting moment to think I hadn’t actually finished the soap and shampoo portion of my shower. But my body wasn’t interested in practicalities. It melted into Kellan’s embrace.
This was uncharted territory for us, a line we’d never crossed before.
His lips brushed my bare shoulder. “Are you going to freak out now?”
A little bubble of hysterical laughter swelled in my throat. “I have no idea. I don’t know what to do with all of this.”
“I mean, I was thinking about doing it all over again.” I could hear the joke in his voice, but the evidence of the truth was already poking against my backside.
