“Like what?” she whispered.
“Like you want me to ruin every good intention I’m hanging on to.” I slid my hand back between her thighs, pushing beneath the open front of her pants again, and stroked through her wet folds with one finger. Her body shuddered so hard, her hand tightened over my cock, and a soft, high sound escaped her throat before she could swallow it. “Fuck, listen to you. It’s gonna make things easier with you this drenched for me, but I’m still gonna get you ready until you’re begging.”
She trembled under my hand, and I pulled away before I forgot every damn word I’d just said. My boots hit the tile as I stepped back, and I stripped down fast, shoving my jeans down and kicking them aside before I could think too much about her watching me. I left my boxers on because that thin piece of black cotton was the last thread of my sanity. It didn’t hide much, especially not with how hard I was, but it kept one small barrier between my cock and the woman I wanted pinned to the shower wall.
The look on her face nearly killed me. There were nerves there, but they were buried under curiosity and a dazed hunger that made my chest feel too tight.
I stripped her clothes off with more care than speed. Her tank went first, then her bra, followed by the leather pants that had been making me feral since I saw them, along with her panties. I dragged them down her legs slowly, taking in every inch revealed.
By the time she was naked on my counter, I fought the urge to drop to my knees and taste every slick inch of her until she forgot she’d ever been shy.
Her arms lifted instinctively when I moved closer, and I picked her up with one arm under her ass and the other aroundher back as I carried her into the shower. Hot water poured over us, flattening her hair against her shoulders and turning her skin glossy under my hands.
I washed her first because touching her with purpose gave me something to hold on to. She reached for me too, tentative at first, then bolder when I groaned at her hands dragging over my chest and stomach. Every brush of her fingers made me harder, until I had one hand braced against the tile near her head just to keep from tearing the last barrier away and taking her exactly where we stood.
“Levi.”
My real name in her needy voice nearly finished what the leather pants started before I’d ever gotten inside her.
I caught her mouth, kissing her hard under the spray as my hands went everywhere I’d been denying myself all week. I backed her against the tile, and she arched into me. My mouth left hers to drag down her neck, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my tongue while her hands clutched at my shoulders.
I slid a finger between her thighs again and found her hotter, wetter, and more open than before. She gasped, her head knocking softly against the tile, and I kissed the sound off her lips while I worked her with my hand. Slow at first, then deeper, stretching her carefully while my thumb circled the swollen little bud that made her whole body jerk.
She clung to me, her nails biting into my shoulders, and her breath breaking into small, desperate sounds that fed the hunger in me until I was almost shaking with it. I kept my boxers on because without them I would’ve been inside her already, and she needed this first.
“That’s it,” I rasped against her mouth, watching her face while I slid another finger inside her and felt her tighten around me. “Let me open you up, baby. When I get you in that bed, I want you ready to take every inch I’m gonna give you.”
Her mouth opened as another shudder tore through her. I lowered my forehead to hers, keeping her pinned gently to the wall while my fingers moved in a steady rhythm, learning every place that made her shake.
She was tight as hell, wet enough to make my hand glide, and the knowledge that I’d be the first man inside her made my head go to a possessive place. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
“You feel that?” My thumb circled faster as her hips started to roll. “Your body knows who’s gonna take care of you. Who’s gonna make it hurt good, then help you forget everything except my name.”
She cried out, the sound echoing off the tile, and I covered her mouth with mine as the first climax hit her. Her body clamped hard around my fingers, her arms locking around my neck while she shook against me.
I worked her through it, slower when she got too sensitive, keeping her right there until the last shudder rolled through her and she sagged against my chest. I held her up, breathing hard through the ache in my cock and the brutal satisfaction of knowing I’d just made her come apart for the first time in my arms.
I shut off the water before I took her against the tile, then scooped her up while she was still shaking and carried her out of the shower. Steam fogged the mirror as I set her carefully on her feet. She swayed, grabbing at my shoulders, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her steady while a smug grin pulled at my mouth. I shouldn’t have enjoyed seeing her legs weak because of me as much as I did, but I’d never claimed to be noble.
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself.” Her voice was still breathless, so the words had no bite.
“Can’t help it.” I reached for a towel and dragged it over her shoulders. “You’re standing here shaking because of my hand, baby. I’m gonna enjoy that.”
Her cheeks flushed even deeper, and I took my time drying her. She watched me with wide eyes, like she still wasn’t used to being looked at with this much hunger. That was fine. I’d give her plenty of practice.
I dried myself fast because patience had already become a fucking joke, then I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my soaked boxers and peeled them down. The wet fabric dragged over my cock before finally releasing me, and the relief was brutal enough to make my jaw tighten.
My erection sprang up heavy and hard between us, the swollen head already slick from how badly I wanted inside her. Saylor stared, her breath catching so sharply that her lips parted around a tiny sound I felt straight in my balls.
She shook her head slowly. “Levi, I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
I chuckled because the fear in her voice wasn’t rejection. It was nerves wrapped around want, and I could see the heat burning right under it.
“It’ll fit.” I stepped closer, slid one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, and lifted her before she could think herself into a spiral. “You’re gonna trust me, and I’m gonna make it so fucking good you won’t have room in that pretty head for anything except how hard you’re gonna come.”
She clutched my shoulders while I carried her into the bedroom, and I threw the covers back with one hand, then laid her in the center of the mattress. Her hair spilled over my pillow, and the sight of her stretched out on my bed made my chest lock tight.
I followed her down, bracing my hands on either side of her head and giving her the weight of my body without crushing her.I took her mouth, and her tongue slid against mine as her hands moved over my back with growing confidence until her nails scraped my skin and pulled a growl out of my chest.
