“You want to see what it feels like now?” she whispered.
“Mari,” he said, his voice hoarse, “I want you.”
She opened the glass door and stepped into the shower, just inches away from him. His tanned skin glistened with water, and she lay her palms flat on his chest. His skin was hot and his heart pounded hard under her fingers. Eleven years ago, this man had been everything to her. But what she was doing right now had nothing to do with what they used to be. Then again, maybe it had everything to do with that.
Slowly, she ran her hands down his chest and over the hardened muscles of his abs. Her thumbs brushed the trail of hair, avoiding his erection that jutted up between them.
Simon tipped his head back against the wall and groaned. He rested his hands on her hips.
“Oh, Mari,” he groaned.
Her breath caught in her throat. The sound of his voice hummed through her, echoing of desires, dreams long forgotten. The flood of memories threatened, so she blocked it out and focused on pleasure that flowed between them.
She brushed her fingers along the length of his cock, up and down. It jumped, begging for more, so she circled her hand around it. The hard, smooth length pulsed under her hand. She stroked him, her hand slipping over his wet skin. Up and down. A deep, low sound rumbled in his chest, and his hands flexed against her hips.
“I’m so close,” he bit out. “Harder.”
The words, his voice, and his naked body, dripping wet in front of her, were a drug-like concoction, pumping jolts of pleasure through her. One big hand reached up to her hair, and he gripped a handful of it. She looked up into his eyes and moaned.
As the sound came from her mouth, he growled out his pleasure, coming against her stomach as he thrust and shook and pulsed. His eyes never left hers.
Their breaths sounded over the spray of water, hers quick, his pouring out in low rumbles.
“That was hot,” she whispered.
“We’re not done,” he said. His fingers loosened from her hair, and his other hand caressed her hip.
Then he turned her around and backed her against the warm tile. Marianna’s heart leaped in her chest. Simon knelt down in front of her and buried his face between her legs. All her thoughts dissolved in the hot bliss of his mouth. He spread her legs and sucked. Licked. Ate. Her knees wobbled, and his big hands wrapped around her ass, holding her in place. Her already-taut body was so ready to come. There was nothing gentle about his tongue. She had pushed him over the edge, and this was his answer.
Let it be. She was past caring.
Waves of ecstasy rolled through Marianna’s body, and she didn’t bother to hold back her cries. Her legs gave out completely as she shuddered, his relentless tongue teasing out more pleasure.
Slowly, he lowered her to the shower floor. When she looked at him, he was watching her, his expression unreadable. They were face-to-face, beyond speaking, the warm water pouring over them, as the sounds of their pants quieted.
Finally, he stood up. He swiped a hand over his face and blew out a breath. Then he walked out of the shower and disappeared from the steamy room.
