“Never,” she answers.
I nod once.
We’re both still damp. Towels barely holding. Skin warm from the shower.
“I keep replaying it,” I admit. “That second when I thought I lost you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I know that now.”
She steps closer until there’s no space left between us.
“You came for me,” she says.
“Always.”
Her breath catches slightly at that.
“Then stay,” she whispers.
I cup the back of her neck.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her words hang in thick air, pulling me under like a current I don't fight.
My thumb traces the line of her jaw, feeling the pulse there, quick and alive. She's right here, whole, and the need to claim her, to make sure she knows she's mine, burns low in my gut.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "I want to be inside you, Carly," I murmur, voice rough with the truth of it. "Need to feel you around me. Make you mine in every way."
She shivers, her hands sliding up my chest. "I want that too," she whispers, breath hitching. "You. Now."
That's all I need. My mouth crashes onto hers, hungry, tongue sweeping in to taste her. She’s sweet and warm, like the promise of everything I fought for.
One hand fists the edge of her towel, yanking it free in a single pull. It drops to the floor with a wet slap, leaving her bare, skin flushed.
Her breasts press against my chest, nipples hard peaks scraping my skin.
I break the kiss just long enough to rip mine away too, the fabric pooling at our feet. My cock stands rigid, thick and aching, brushing her belly as I back her up against the nearest wall.
The cold wall hits her back, contrasting the heat rolling off us, and she gasps into my mouth.
"Doc—" she starts, but I swallow the word, lifting her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct.
Her pussy grinds against my shaft, already slick, coating me in her wetness. I pin her there, one arm under her ass to hold her steady, the other bracing against the wall beside her head.
"Gonna fuck you right here," I growl against her neck, nipping the skin there, marking her with my teeth. "Show you how deep I go. How you take all of me."
She nods, frantic, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please."
I shift my hips, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. She's soaked, entrance clenching as I push in slow, stretching her open inch by inch.
Fuck, she's tight.
Hot walls gripping me like a vice, pulling me deeper. I groan, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with us.
"So good," I mutter, thrusting the rest of the way in, bottoming out until my balls press against her ass. She cries out, head falling back against the wall, and I hold still for a beat, letting her adjust to the fullness. Her pussy flutters around my length, milking me already.
