“Yes,” I gasped.“Yes. Please.”I didn’t care that it sounded like I was begging.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Let me grab a condom. I saw one in the intimacy kit.”
“Actually, Allie and Kit gifted us with an entire box.”
He chuckled. “No shit?”
I nodded. “They’re in the gift bag in the bedroom.”
I trusted Frasier, and I didn’t want anything between us. But I’d stopped taking birth control, and I hadn’t restarted. There hadn’t been any need to—until now.
I watched Frasier as he rushed across the bathroom, returning quickly with the box of condoms. I loved that he was just as desperate as me, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He tore open a condom and rolled it on. His forearms and abs flexed from the movement. God, that was hot.
Frasier stepped back under the spray, grinning when he saw me waiting impatiently for him. I was running my hands over my breasts, imagining they were his. He’d said he couldn’t get enough of me, and I knew exactly how he felt. Because I neededhim.
He cupped the back of my neck, our bodies sliding against each other as we kissed and kissed andkissed. It could’ve beenfive minutes or five hours—I lost track of time. His hand was on my thigh, pulling me up on his hip. I tugged on his hair, drawing his lower lip between my teeth as he rolled his body against mine.
“Frasier?” I asked, growing impatient as we continued to rub against each other.
“Yeah.” He sounded drowsy, almost drugged, his movements matching.
“Enough teasing. I want to feel you inside me.” I gripped his ass, digging my nails into the rounded muscles there.
“I’m completely at your mercy,” he said, repeating his words from the other day.
He mapped my curves with his hands, picking me up once more. His chest and shoulder muscles flexed from the effort, and I held on tight as he lined himself up with me. Then, I was sinking down onto him, groaning at the fullness.
“So good,” I gasped. “So…much.” The sensations. The intimacy. All of it.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, resting his forehead against mine. “You feel incredible.” He kissed me, drinking deeply before nipping at my lip. Then he began to move, slow and gentle. It was as if he was trying not to break me. “Are you okay?”
I wanted to laugh. I was more than okay. And while I appreciated his concern, it was unnecessary.
“Frasier.” I tilted my forehead to his, meeting his eyes. Water droplets clung to his lashes, and he’d never been more beautiful than he was in that moment. “I don’t want gentle.” I cupped his cheek. “I wantyou. All of you.”
“Fuck me,” he murmured. And I grinned.
And then he started moving, pumping into me, and it was all I could focus on. Water rained down on us, and our bodies found their own rhythm. I could feel the force of his hips, the strength of his quads, glutes, and core. Part of me wished I could see ourreflection because I could only imagine how hot he looked right now.
“That’s it, Bryn. You feel so good.” He grazed my shoulder with his teeth, and it felt like a million nerve endings lit up inside me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, holding on tight. Everything felt so intense. So full. The glide of his body. The warmth of the water and our slick skin. I was chasing that high again, and he was right there with me.
“Oh. My god. Frasier,” I gasped.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “That’s it, angel.”
He slid all the way out of me before pounding back into me, teasing my clit with every forceful thrust. It was wild and chaotic and beautiful.
When his teeth grazed my shoulder again, I was done for. I called out his name as my orgasm overpowered me. It bubbled up, fizzing through me like I had champagne in my veins. My vision went dark, my mouth going dry.
That first orgasm had been like a seismic shift—a rumble beneath the ground. But this one…this one was earth-shattering. It broke me apart, all the pieces of me floating away to be reshaped into something new.
Frasier followed me a moment later, his fingers digging into my hips as he grunted out his release. It was intense, the aftershocks still making me quiver.
Eventually, we stilled. His forehead was touching mine, his eyes closed. His breath was ragged, his face full of an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
“Hey,” I said in a soft tone. Was he having regrets? “Are you okay?”
