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Brynn motions to the door, but she doesn’t leave. My heart is racing, half from the surprise of her bursting in and half from what I was doing before she did. I’d have expected my erection to start to wilt from the surprise of it all, but it doesn’t. I’m still rock hard, still leaking lazily into my own hand.

“You’re going to what, Brynn?” I ask her, not looking away from her face.

Her throat moves as she swallows hard. Then she turns fast on her heel, moving to march back toward the door.

“Wait.” The word snaps out of me before she can reach the door. Brynn stops, but doesn’t turn back around.

I clear my throat, my jaw tight as two more words fill the space between us. “Don’t go.”

Her shoulders rise with a sharp inhale. “I…”

“This is because of you, you know.”

“What is?”

“This.” I squeeze my cock harder, a moan slipping out of me. That’s enough to get her to turn back around and look. “You did this.”

Instead of arguing, she just licks her lips and lets herself look. Her gaze travels from my face all the way down to my cock again, and I start moving my hand as she watches.

I take it slow, working myself up all over again, thumbing over the head of my cock every so often. It felt good before, but there’s something about having Brynn’s eyes on me. Something about the flush on her cheeks and the way it seems like she can’t look away from what I’m doing.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, and I nod. Yeah, that about sums it up.

I’m even more turned on now than I was before, and my hand flies over my cock, pumping it in hard, even strokes. My breathing goes ragged, and Brynn’s sounds the same. My hips jerk, burying my cock even deeper into my hand, and she makes a soft, needy sound.

Something about that noise just snaps something in me. My self-control goes flying out the window. I was going to be content with her just watching, but now… now I fucking need more. I need her. Touching myself isn’t enough. I need my hands on Brynn.

I shut the water off and stride out of the shower. Brynn’s eyes are wide as she looks up at me. I’m wet and naked while she’s still clothed and dry, but I don’t fucking care. Not when I have her here like this.

I grab her shoulders and haul her in, pressing her against my chest. Her head tips up to look at me, and I take advantage of that, leaning down to kiss her.

Her lips are soft and warm when mine land on them. For a second, she’s frozen in place, like she doesn’t know whether she wants to kiss me back or shove me away. Then her mouth comes alive under mine. She kisses me back, her eyes sliding closed as she presses up onto her tip toes to lean into the kiss.

I groan into her mouth, and that’s the thing that snaps the last bit of tension between us.

I shove her back so she hits the wall, kissing her hard and desperately. Brynn drags her nails down my chest, biting at my lips. It’s hungry and full of that urgent need that drives us both. She gropes at my skin, and I let her feel me up, wanting nothing more than to have her hands everywhere on me now.

“I fucking need you,” I pant against her mouth.

This close, when she whimpers my name, I can taste it. I slide my hands down her sides and under her shirt, touching her bare skin for the first time in years. It lights the same fire in me that it always has, making my heart pound and my cock twitch.

It feels so fucking good. Touching and kissing her again after so long is like finally getting water after being thirsty for so long. I’ve been dying for this, holding myself back from wanting it. Now that it’s in front of me and my lips and hands are on her, I can’t deny it anymore.

“I need this off,” I groan, grabbing for the hem of her shirt and yanking it up.

Brynn doesn’t fight me on it. She raises her arms and lets me pull her shirt over her head. She’s already taken her bra off, and her breasts are a sight for sore fucking eyes.

I run my hands over them, tweaking her nipples, tugging on them enough to make her gasp and arch toward me.

That just makes me need to kiss her all over again.

I push her backward and through the bathroom door, shoving her up against the closest wall. My tongue plunges into her mouth, and she moans, grinding against me with slow rolls of her hips.

My cock is still hard and leaking, and the feeling of her pants against my heated flesh is enough to make me shiver. But that’s not what I want to feel right now.

Between kisses, I finish undressing her. I get her out of her pants and panties, throwing them across the room until she’s naked in front of me.

If I had more patience, I would try to take in the sight of her, but right now, I want her too bad to waste time like that.