He flicked the water on, tested the heat, then stepped into the shower once it was right. Steam curled around them in thick waves, heat prickling his back while her spine pressed into the chill of the tiles. The shock made her gasp, but his mouth never left hers, swallowing every sound she made, every desperate need.
Then he shifted, pressing his cock against her, positioning with maddening precision before thrusting her down onto him. A groan tore free—his, hers, maybe both. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the wild rhythm that followed, the buck and pull of their bodies driving them higher.
He knew every way to build her pleasure, every secret crack to pour life back into her. He reminded her with every thrust that she was alive, that she was starving for this, and that a few stolen nights each month would never be enough.
“That’s it,” she said. “Right there.”
“I’m trying,” he said. “But I’m close. I hate being close this soon.”
He was groaning as he snarled the words out. As if he didn’t like how she made him lose control.
She liked it. Liked it a lot!
“Harder,” she growled at him. “Make me shout your name.”
“Jesus, Farrah,” he said, jamming into her. Her body was riding the wall the same way she was hanging on for the trip he was sending her on.
She was building faster, harder, as he went deeper and quicker into her.
Her legs tightened more, her feet anchored on as if he was her lifeline.
In more ways than one, he was.
Then everything that was coiled up inside of her just broke free, sending her spiraling into a world of ecstasy that only Jayce ever brought her to.
Her head went back, her neck exposed, his lips dropping to it as he buried his face and groaned out his release right along with her.
Their heavy breathing mixed in with the sounds of the water rushing out of the showerheads and hitting the tile.
She slid down his body, her legs a little wobbly, but found her balance as she stood and leaned against the wall.
“I’m sweating,” he said, reaching for the faucets and adjusting his side of the temperature. “This is why I wanted to be in here. I knew this would happen.”
She laughed. “You need to build some more stamina.”
He turned and pushed her under the water on her side, drenching her out of nowhere, then had her laughing with him.
“I think you’re trying to break me.”
“Nah,” she said. “I like how strong you are. I like that we can joke like this afterward.”
“Only like?” he asked. Through the steam, she saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
She felt it enough and was sick of it.
Tired of the doubts and the fears.
If things didn’t work out, she’d fix it and move on. She’d done it once, she could again.
But keeping her emotions and feelings trapped inside wasn’t healthy either.
If Jayce didn’t feel as deeply as her, if he was scared off, then she’d rather know that now.
“Love,” she said. “I love how you make me feel. I love everything we do when we are together. Clothed and unclothed.”
“The same,” he whispered. “But it’s more than that for me. More than the physical.”
Her heart was hammering in her chest, the heat nothing to the chills that spread over her body with those words.
