She snickered. “So, shower?”
“Together?”
“Is there any other kind?”
I felt a renewed sense of strength rush through my muscles and I quickly picked her up.
“Clint!”
“Up the stairs, I presume?”
She kicked her legs. “We need our clothes, you idiot.”
I dipped down. “I’ve got them. I can get them.”
“Put me down. You're going to drop—Clint!”
I chuckled as I bent down, picking our clothes off the floor. I slowly made my way to the stairs with her tossed over my shoulder, her legs kicking and her hands gripping tightly to my hips. I walked up the stairs and found my way into the bathroom upstairs. And after kicking the door closed behind me, I dropped our clothes before settling her onto the bathroom counter.
“I didn’t drop you.”
She frowned deeply. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “No promises.”
“Clint!”
I captured her lips and felt her giggle against me.
“I missed you, Rae.”
She sighed. “I missed you too, Clint.”
“I’m sorry.”
She nuzzled my nose. “I’m sorry, too.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Just take the apology, crazy.”
I snickered. “Not when it isn’t warranted. I put us in this situation. Let me own up to that.”
She cupped my cheeks. “Fine. You can make it up to me by washing me down in the shower.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.”
“It is when you realize I’m not letting you have sex with me in that shower.”
“Oh, really. Is that a challenge?”
Fifteen minutes later, I had Rae pinned to that fucking shower wall. I rolled against her, feeling her cling to me as her muffled moans fell against my shoulder. I loved being encased by her. I loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing me dry. And as bubbles popped against my skin, I made love to her in that shower.
And I hope she felt it as much as I meant it.
We washed one another down, and it took all I had not to indulge in her a third time. We dried off and put our clothes back on, then made our way downstairs. The heat of the shower followed us. I couldn't take my eyes off Rae’s glistening hair, damp from the shower and begging to be fisted. Begging to be wrapped around my wrist and tugged on as I took her from behind.
Focus, Clint. Don’t fuck this up.