at her back.
His eyes were lit, reflecting the light back at her. She drew a breath through a gasp as sensation ripped it from her.
“I’d say you were playing with fire, but you know that.” He gripped her easily, leaning his weight against her to hold her in place as he kissed across her brow and down her cheeks.
“I like fire.” Some might say it was a flaw, but Rowan understood it brought this man to her, so she was good with that.
“Of course you do. Why not? It’s dangerous and could easily harm you.”
She laughed, her fingers sliding into his hair as he nibbled down her throat and over the upper curves of her breasts.
“You’d be bored otherwise.”
His hands, slick with soap, roamed all over her body, paying particular attention to her nipples until she writhed against him. And then...he went south, dropping to his knees before her.
She closed her eyes as the water rushed over her skin and sighed happily when he spread her open and took a lick and then another, nudging her thighs a little wider to get more of her with his mouth.
He didn’t waste any time, instead driving her hard and fast until she came in a sharp rush of pleasure.
He didn’t stop there. A man of his word, he pushed her into another climax that felt so good it nearly hurt.
He surged to his feet and kissed her. She held on as he devastated her lips and tongue, his taste filling her.
It hadn’t even been a full day since they’d had sex last, but this was different and they both knew it. He knew more about her now. Had seen enough to render her vulnerable to him. And she hadn’t worried. It meant he knew her more. That knowledge was achingly intimate. Raw.
She hadn’t hidden her reaction to it. Had let him see her vulnerability and that had deepened their connection. Especially when he hadn’t rejected her or walked out.
He broke away, pulling her from the shower and wrapped her in a warm towel the size of five people, picked her up and deposited her on the edge of the counter, stepping between her thighs.
“Here you are again, between my legs.”
“My favorite.”
It was a tease, but she loved the lazy confidence in his tone.
The counter put him at the perfect height to slide right inside her with one hard stroke. Hard enough she grunted and then adjusted her position to wrap her legs around his waist while she leaned back and braced her hands on the edge of the counter, just inside where his rested.
“Yes, just as delightful as the last time I was here.” He kissed her neck, teasing them both with a graze of his incisors against her skin. Always walking that edge and never crossing it. Never showing any resentment that she’d never given over to him and let him take her blood.
She’d never told him why. He’d never pushed when she hadn’t shared the details, though he did manage to leave her feeling like he wasn’t angry or insulted and that if she ever did want to tell him he was there.
She shoved that from her mind and rolled her hips to meet his thrusts.
Between them
this
was always perfect. She never had to think about sex with him, they just went at it and it worked. The rest of the relationship stuff filled her with various emotions and she already had a lot of emotions and was generally cranky and mean and yet he loved her anyway.
She opened her eyes to find him looking at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She had no defense against this wonder he filled her with. She couldn’t hold him back or wall him out. There was nothing to do but take that leap and be vulnerable.
“I love you,” she murmured and his gaze sharpened, lips curving up as he continued to fuck her.
“I find myself rather pleased by hearing you say it.” He leaned in to kiss her as she stretched up to meet him, their mouths colliding in a tangle.
There never seemed to be a point where she got enough of him. Never enough of this rutting and petting, of the sweat slicked crush of his hips against
His eyes were lit, reflecting the light back at her. She drew a breath through a gasp as sensation ripped it from her.
“I’d say you were playing with fire, but you know that.” He gripped her easily, leaning his weight against her to hold her in place as he kissed across her brow and down her cheeks.
“I like fire.” Some might say it was a flaw, but Rowan understood it brought this man to her, so she was good with that.
“Of course you do. Why not? It’s dangerous and could easily harm you.”
She laughed, her fingers sliding into his hair as he nibbled down her throat and over the upper curves of her breasts.
“You’d be bored otherwise.”
His hands, slick with soap, roamed all over her body, paying particular attention to her nipples until she writhed against him. And then...he went south, dropping to his knees before her.
She closed her eyes as the water rushed over her skin and sighed happily when he spread her open and took a lick and then another, nudging her thighs a little wider to get more of her with his mouth.
He didn’t waste any time, instead driving her hard and fast until she came in a sharp rush of pleasure.
He didn’t stop there. A man of his word, he pushed her into another climax that felt so good it nearly hurt.
He surged to his feet and kissed her. She held on as he devastated her lips and tongue, his taste filling her.
It hadn’t even been a full day since they’d had sex last, but this was different and they both knew it. He knew more about her now. Had seen enough to render her vulnerable to him. And she hadn’t worried. It meant he knew her more. That knowledge was achingly intimate. Raw.
She hadn’t hidden her reaction to it. Had let him see her vulnerability and that had deepened their connection. Especially when he hadn’t rejected her or walked out.
He broke away, pulling her from the shower and wrapped her in a warm towel the size of five people, picked her up and deposited her on the edge of the counter, stepping between her thighs.
“Here you are again, between my legs.”
“My favorite.”
It was a tease, but she loved the lazy confidence in his tone.
The counter put him at the perfect height to slide right inside her with one hard stroke. Hard enough she grunted and then adjusted her position to wrap her legs around his waist while she leaned back and braced her hands on the edge of the counter, just inside where his rested.
“Yes, just as delightful as the last time I was here.” He kissed her neck, teasing them both with a graze of his incisors against her skin. Always walking that edge and never crossing it. Never showing any resentment that she’d never given over to him and let him take her blood.
She’d never told him why. He’d never pushed when she hadn’t shared the details, though he did manage to leave her feeling like he wasn’t angry or insulted and that if she ever did want to tell him he was there.
She shoved that from her mind and rolled her hips to meet his thrusts.
Between them
this
was always perfect. She never had to think about sex with him, they just went at it and it worked. The rest of the relationship stuff filled her with various emotions and she already had a lot of emotions and was generally cranky and mean and yet he loved her anyway.
She opened her eyes to find him looking at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She had no defense against this wonder he filled her with. She couldn’t hold him back or wall him out. There was nothing to do but take that leap and be vulnerable.
“I love you,” she murmured and his gaze sharpened, lips curving up as he continued to fuck her.
“I find myself rather pleased by hearing you say it.” He leaned in to kiss her as she stretched up to meet him, their mouths colliding in a tangle.
There never seemed to be a point where she got enough of him. Never enough of this rutting and petting, of the sweat slicked crush of his hips against
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