Page 76 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

“You okay?” he asked, concern dousing his arousal.

“Yes, yes I’m fine. Just, come here,” she bit out, and dragged him forward. Through the small doorway and into the even smaller bathroom. Lyric stepped down into the shower, making room for both of them.

Emerson turned his back to latch the door behind them and made sure it locked. Maybe five seconds passed, but when he turned around, Lyric had already stripped off her shirt and was shimmying her pants down her hips.

“You’re not naked yet?” she asked with a grin, balling up her clothes and tossing them through the shower opening.

Emerson unhooked a few buttons at his throat before lifting it over his head in a single swipe of bunched fabric at the back of his neck.

“I can be,” he retorted, his voice slipping lower than normal.

By the time he’d stripped off his pants without killing himself in the tiny enclosure, he stepped down into the shower just as Lyric turned the water on.

Hot water rained down on them gently from the showerhead and he hissed.

“God damn, why do you like it so hot?”

Lyric grinned, brushing her wet hair back from her face, and his gaze fell to her breasts.

He covered them with his hands before he was even aware he’d moved. He was enamored with the way her pretty pink nipples peeked out between his fingers.

“It reminds me of where I came from.”

It took a second longer for him to register her words, and he glanced up at her quizzically.

“Where?”

“Hell,” she answered, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

A chuckle escaped his throat as he followed her lead, gripped her by the back of the thighs, and lifted.

Her smooth, warm skin glided against his, slick with water. But he’d bet she was slick elsewhere.

His theory tested positive when he pushed her against the shower wall. It gave her leverage to grind against him, and his lungs stopped working for a split second as her pussy slid wetly against his cock sandwiched between their bodies.

Lyric was exploring him, her palms and fingers drifting over his shoulders, arms, and chest as her hips shifted in minuscule movements.

“Oh god,” she hissed, nails cutting into his arm as she circled her hips against him. Her heels dug into the swell of his ass and tried to pull him closer, but the only closer he could get was to be inside her. “Inside me,” she panted.

“Can I taste you?” he inquired. Ever since their night outside the venue, the small treat he’d sucked off his fingers hadn’t been enough. He wanted the whole damned dessert.

She froze and leaned back, as if the thought hadn’t even occurred to her.

“Yeah, that. Let’s do that,” she agreed, tapping his shoulder, but Emerson was already moving. He pulled a one-eighty and swung the clear shower door open again, sitting her down on the step and pulling her ass to the edge.

She squealed and gripped either side of the entrance. “Don’t make me fall!”

Rolling his eyes, he nipped once at her collarbone, then shifted to move south. He glanced up, saw her bottom lip nibbled between her teeth, and reversed directions.

He sucked that bottom lip between his teeth before taking her mouth, tasting the desperate need she’d been ignoring for too long. Her fingers threaded through his hair as their tongues dueled.

Emerson was a single-minded man, and he could’ve spent forever learning every shape and curve of her lips, but the grip on his hair tightened before she pulled him away and shoved him lower.

With a chuckle that he let drift over her skin, he followed her direction and trailed lower, peppering wet kisses all over her chest and stomach, sipping the water from her skin.

He cupped his hands under her ass and tilted her like a bowl.

“Oh!” she breathed, tilting her head back. The long stretch of her throat was bared, her wet hair strewn across the expanse and melted to the curve. Her breathy moans rose up as he licked and sucked. First, just gentle little teasing kisses.