He glared at his reflection in the mirror. He hated keeping secrets from Delaney. He wanted to be able to tell her everything but…
I am still trying to protect her.
Even from himself.
He stepped into the water. It was on full blast, and the surge hit him hard. Steam began to rise around him, drifting tendrils in the air.
The thunderous shower drowned out everything around him, so he didn’t hear the bathroom door open. But he was staring straight through the fogging glass of the shower door, and he saw Delaney when she crept toward him. He watched the blurry outline of her body as she stripped. And then as she reached for the shower door. She opened it, sending more of the steam pulsing out and stretching toward her.
His gaze drank her in. His beautiful, heartbreaking Delaney. Those high, curving breasts. The tight nipples that he longed to feel against his tongue. Her curving waist. Her flaring hips. The bare sex that he needed against his mouth.
His dick surged toward her. Hard and eager. He wanted in her. He wanted Delaney. He wanted his wife.
“You got to touch me last night,” Delaney told him, her sexy voice stroking along every inch of his body. “I think I should get to touch you.”
He started to back up. “Bad idea.”
“Because you’re a bad man?” She entered the shower. The space felt even tighter. “You told me that already. Guess what? I don’t buy it.” She reached out and turned down the steaming water. Softened and cooled the flow.
Then she lowered to her knees in front of him.
Very bad idea. “Why are you doing this?” Did she want him to be completely insane?
Her fingers curled around his dick, pumped from base to head, and a shudder worked along the entire length of his body.
“Aren’t you tired of why?” Delaney asked.
She’d wanted to know why. He’d been so afraid to tell her. To hurt her.
Some truths could shatter a person. He did not want her shattered. Not ever.
“I’m tired of why,” Delaney said. “Screw why.”
The water hit his back. Steam drifted around them.
“I’m tired of hurting.” Her hand pumped his dick. A long, slow stroke. “How about we both just feel good for a little while? Where is the sin in that? What is so bad about that?” Then her mouth closed over the head of his eager dick.
One of his hands flew out and slammed into the tiled wall of the shower. The other hit the glass of the door. His breath shuddered in and out.
She teased him. Took in just the broad head of his cock. Her tongue snaked over him. Then she pulled him in a little deeper. Opened her mouth a little wider. He stared down at her, completely lost, because it was Delaney. His Delaney. Taking his dick into her mouth. Sucking him. Licking. One delicate hand still curled around the base of his cock as she guided him to her. Pulling him in. Driving him insane.
It wasn’t like his control had ever been the greatest where she was concerned. Did he get points for trying? He’d tried to do the right thing. Maybe not been sweet and gentle or soothing but…
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My dick is in her mouth.
All rational thought fled after that.
He grabbed her and lifted her up. “Delaney.” A primitive snarl.
She tossed back her hair. Her eyes were dark, the hazel shifting deeper. “I wasn’t done.”
“I’m not done, either.” He would never be done with her. His mouth crashed onto hers as the water poured down. His tongue thrust into her mouth even as his hand covered one breast. She moaned into his mouth, and he teased her nipple, squeezing it between his fingertips.
Not enough.
His mouth tore from hers. He kissed a path down her throat, lifting her higher, holding her easily.
“Nash!”
