“It was good. How was your sleep?”
I nod and give him a tired smile. “It was good. Come here,” I say, pulling him into me.
“I’m all sweaty,” he warns.
“I don’t care. I want a kiss.” Giving me what I want, he presses his lips to mine and I drink him in, not even minding that some of his sweat is rubbing off on me. When he pulls away, he has a greedy smile on his lips.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he says, standing up again. I press myself up to lean on my elbow. “Wanna come?”
My eyebrows shoot up, reaching for my hairline. “Come? With you? In the shower?”
The sound of his laughter as he walks towards the bathroom warms me to the bone. “Thatiswhat I’m asking.” He pauses in the doorway and turns over his shoulder to look at me. “You coming, doc?”
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of bed faster.
He turns on the shower to let the water warm up and turns to face me. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head. I’m about to do the same when he closes the space between us and stops me.
“Let me,” he murmurs. A shiver runs down my spine even with the small bathroom getting warm from the steamof the shower. He brings his hands to the bottom of the shirt I wore to bed—his shirt—and carefully pulls it off of me.
“Stunning. Simply stunning.” He sighs, bringing one hand to my hip and the other one to the small of my back. I only ever sleep in my underwear and one of his shirts so with my shirt now on the floor, I’m left standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear. The hand on my back pulls me in flush against his chest. Our bare skin rubs together, creating even more heat between us. I can feel my chest starting to rise and fall with need as he holds me close, pressing his lips into the side of my neck.
“I thought we were going to take a shower, fireman.”
“We are, I just need a taste of you beforehand, that’s all.” I moan when he brings his other hand to my breast and grazes his palm over my nipple. “God I love those little noises you make. They’re like a goddamn drug to me.” When I moan again, I feel his cock grow beneath his shorts and start to press into me. I bring a hand to his hard length and start to palm it over his shorts, causing him to groan into my ear.
“Come on,” he growls, forcing his shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. He helps me step out of my underwear and pulls me into the shower behind him.
The water is hot as it soaks us both when he pulls us under it. He holds me close, pressing his lips into mine and letting his hands explore my exposed skin. He’s frantic and needy at first, grabbing and pulling at everything he can touch and I’m ready to give it all to him. But then, everything about him slows. His kisses become softer and his hands start to glide over my arms and down the small of my back like feathers, sending small shivers across my body.
“You’re everything to me, Hanna,” he says as he dots kisses across my collarbone. “You came into my life duringone of my darkest times. I thought I was fine but I was drowning. Then you came into my life, not by choice, might I add.”
We both chuckle at the truth. I remember the first time he came into my office. Strong-lipped and putting on a brave face. How I could tell just by looking at him that he had ghosts that were haunting him even if he tried to deny it.
“And, a little at a time, I started to feel lighter. The more time I spent with you, the less darkness I felt. I needed a guiding light to bring me back to myself and you’re that for me. My guiding light. The thing I look towards when I’m feeling lost or unsure. You bring me back to me, every time.”
My words get caught in my throat and I can’t do much more than smile at him. What he doesn’t know is that he brought me back to myself. He made me feel loved and seen. Safe and supported. I was beginning to think that I wasn’t going to be someone who’d get a happily ever after, but Miles changed all of that.
“You have my heart, Hanna Smith. And I never want it back.”
“That’s good because I don’t think I ever want to give it back, Miles Adler.”
Then he kisses me, again and again, and each time feels like he’s branding me for life and making a solemn promise at the same time. One that you can’t break even if you want to. And I’m ready to keep my side of the promise for the rest of my life.
His hands loop under my butt, lifting me up and pulling me even closer than before. Our tongues clash together as the water runs down our bodies. Needy hands and desperate sighs fill the shower as we fall togetherin a fit of lust and desire. He reaches a hand between my legs only to find that I’m already wet and ready for him. He swirls his fingers around my clit, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Wanting him to feel as good as I do, I reach for his cock, stroking it now that it’s standing at attention.
“Please, please, I need you inside of me,” I beg through bated breaths. I spread my legs and, still holding his cock in my hand, I use it to tease my soaking entrance. A wave of ecstasy crashes over me when I rub him against me. The feeling of using him like my own personal toy is better than any battery operated device I’ve ever used.
“You want to take me raw, beautiful?” His voice is husky as he asks. The hand that isn’t holding me close is currently on my breast, pinching and circling my nipple.
“God,yes. Please, Miles, fuck me just like this.” I gasp when he pushes his hips forward, sinking into me only an inch before pulling back out.
“You know I love when you use your words,” he growls. Then, he brings a hand to the back of my neck and walks me back until my back is against the wall. The shock of the cold tile against my skin makes me jump but adds even more thrill to the experience. There’s a small step in his shower where he sets his products but I kick them out of the way to rest my foot there. Leg bent at an angle, he thrusts himself forward, finally giving me the friction and fulfillment I need. In and out, he fucks me against the wall as the shower water runs down our bodies.
“More, I need more,” I beg.
“My girl needs more? I can give you more.” He slides out of me and spins me around so I’m facing away from him. “Bend over and press your hands into the wall.”
I do as he says. He kicks my feet apart and braces his hands on my hips to hold me steady. Water runs into myeyes but I don’t even notice when the feeling of his tip teasing my entrance takes over my nervous system. He’s mimicking what I was doing to myself earlier, using himself to tease me.
