We kissed under the spray—messy, open-mouthed, tongues twisting, teeth nipping. My arms wound around his neck; my legs hooked his waist again. He lifted me effortlessly, palms spreading my ass, fingers digging into the flesh he’d always worshipped like it was the only medal he’d ever wanted.
The second shower head kicked on. Warmer now. Not hot—just blessedly temperate. Steam rose. My body sighed.
Between kisses I managed, “You okay with it cold earlier?”
“Anything for my Diamond.”
I pouted against his mouth.
“Warm it up a little. I’m thinking straight for maybe forty seconds total tonight.”
He chuckled—low, fond—reached past me, adjusted the dial. Steam thickened.
Better.
My fingers slid into his wet hair—longer than I remembered, dark navy strands plastered to his skull. I tugged. He growled. I tugged harder, rolling my hips so the head of his cock dragged through my folds without entering. Slick mixed with water, making everything slippery, obscene.
We kissed until time lost meaning.
I don’t remember turning the water off.
Don’t remember the towel that somehow ended up around us both.
Don’t remember the walk to the bed.
One heartbeat we were steam and tongues and wandering hands; the next I was on my back on cool sheets,hair fanning wet across the pillow, and Luka was hovering above me ripping open a condom packet with his teeth like a man who’d waited five years for permission.
I grinned up at him—feral, needy, the same grin I used to flash at the boards right before a throw quad I knew would land perfect.
“Why the fuck would you need that?”
Smirk. Slow. Dangerous.
“You on birth control?”
I arched beneath him, breasts brushing his chest.
“What if I wasn’t?”
He leaned down. Caught my bottom lip between his teeth. Gentle tug.
“Then I’ddefinitelybe wearing one. I already know I can’t pull out when it comes to you.”
My inner walls fluttered at the raw honesty in his voice.
“Oh?” I dragged my nails lightly down his chest—over the ridges of abs carved by years of butterfly drops and T-push recoveries, through the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the condom he was rolling on with practiced efficiency. “But everyone else gets the condom rule?”
“Everyone else gets the condom rule.” He stroked himself once, twice, spreading the slick that had already leaked through the latex. “No one else has ever been worth going bare. No one else has ever beenyou.”
I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled.
“So I’m special, huh?”
“Fuck yeah.” His gaze raked me—slow, possessive, reverent. From the wet curls clinging to my temples, down the flushed column of my throat, across breasts that rose and fell with every shallow breath, to the glistening folds he was teasing with the head of his cock. “Now are yougonna let me fuck you? Because you’re definitely warmed up.”
I giggled—high, breathless, slightly hysterical with need.
“Fuck yeah. I’ve missed your fucking cock.”
