I reach for her, but she shakes her head, her fingers brushing up my thighs.
My cock is achingly hard, body vibrating with the restraint it takes to keep my hands from seizing what I want.
My body is alive with need.
But I ran a ton of miles. I need a shower.
“Shower, baby. Promise I’m all yours after.”
Brows falling, she pushes to her feet. Then her hands are guiding me to the shower.
I turn on the water and spin back, claiming her face with my hands. She closes the gap, biting down on my bottom lip.
I groan, my hands sinking into her hair, tugging to tilt her face. I devour her like I’ve been starving for her for the longest time.
Because I have.
She looses a low, soft sound that’s akin to a huffy cry, and I’m lifting her shirt off her body. She works the button on her jeans, kicking them away. Her breaths come quick and hard as she stands in her underwear, waiting.
So damn perfect.
Electricity flings through my veins, reminding me how much this woman affects me.
“Miles,” she utters, her gaze drifting to the water pouring down, wetting everything with the shower curtain pulled to one side.
I close the distance.
“It’s big enough for two, beautiful.”
“I was starting to think you’d never say.”
I lift her to my waist, and she curls around me like she never left. I step into the old claw-foot tub and walk us into the heated spray. Her hands roam my face as she brushes her lips over mine, the only thing between us now the never-ending droplets of water and the panties and bra.
I turn in the spray until she’s shielded from the water by my back and release her to her feet.
“Beautiful, I love your curves in these, but they’re going.”
She runs a finger behind the strap of the bra and gives me a doe-eyed look.Damn brat.
“If you say so, sir.”
That’s fucking it.
I sink my teeth into the creamy column of her neck before suckling the spot. Starving is a hard thing to tamp back when you’ve been pining for one thing for so long.
A moan slips between her parted lips, and I suckle and kiss my way over her collarbone and across the top of one incredible breast.
Trembling fingers crawl into my hair, and I send my hands around her and unclasp the bra, letting it fall into one hand before tossing it from the shower space.
Before the next heartbeat falls, I sink to my knees, the soles of my feet pressing against the end of the tub as I slide my hands up her thighs and over her hips.
“Miles . . .” Her throat works.
I can see the guilt over our time apart in her eyes.
“Don’t, beautiful, I would have waited as long as it took for you to do what you needed to. That’s not an issue here, okay?”
“Okay.”
