He smiled. “Not yet. I’ve got places to go.” He slid hot palms onto her wai
st and lowered his knees to the rug. “Things to savor.”
Before she could begin to process Wes at her feet, he bent down and pressed a kiss to her bad knee, right over the thickest scar. Her belly flip-flopped, but before she could freak out, he moved up her thigh, kissing over the other ugly places and the smooth ones, and slipped his hand between her legs, stroking over the slick, sensitive skin.
The panic that had been trying to take over evaporated like mist on a hot day. Wes took his time, easing a finger inside her, giving her slow-building pleasure as he kissed his way up. But when he reached the apex of her thighs and dragged his tongue over her clit, all sense of slow-building disappeared. Her head tapped back against the shower door, and she hissed out a breath at the shock of need that zipped through her.
The flat of his tongue rolled over her, and her hands went to his hair. She couldn’t keep them above her any longer, couldn’t not touch him. He grunted at her grip but didn’t back away. He just kept tasting her, his lips and tongue and finger working in a slow, sensual dance, as if he really was savoring her and enjoying the tease.
“Wes…if you keep…I’m gonna…”
He eased back for a minute, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh and then peered up at her, promise in his eyes. “That’s the point, gorgeous. We’ve got all the time in the world. Let me make you feel good. The supply of these is not limited.”
“But…” The protest died on her lips as he lifted her bad knee to rest over his shoulder and opened her body to him. He kissed her long and deep right where she ached the most, and her vision blurred as everything sparked like static along her skin.
She closed her eyes and held on to his head as if she were hanging off a cliff and he was all she had to keep from falling. She’d wanted to tell him that if she came now, she wouldn’t be able to do that again for a long while. But the words wouldn’t form and then the orgasm was washing over her, steamrolling any resistance she could’ve mustered.
She cried out, her head tapping the shower door, and arched into him, letting herself get swallowed up by all the pleasure. It’d been so long since she’d come by anyone else’s touch that she’d forgotten how different it was, how that out-of-control feeling of knowing she was completely at someone else’s mercy amplified each sensation. They would give, and she would take. And boy, was Wes giving. He pushed her past the point where she would’ve stopped herself and called it good, sending her to a more intense, breath-stealing place that had her writhing and cursing and calling his name—all at the same time.
Not until Wes eased her leg back down and she was panting her way through the aftershocks did she realize she was still clutching fistfuls of his hair and had slid halfway down the shower door. She quickly released him and steadied herself. “Wow, that was…”
But Wes didn’t let her finish. He stood, his attention hot on her, and cupped her jaw, giving her a crushing kiss.
There was so much in that kiss—need, desire, appreciation, not to mention the illicit flavor of sex—that her body, which had been fully satisfied, revved up again. The heat of his erection pressed against her belly as he kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around him. He moaned into her mouth. “I’m gonna break land speed records if you do that. It’s been so long.”
The heat of him against her palm and the slick head were enough to have her inner muscles pulsing, her heartbeat relocating to that space between her thighs. “We’ve got all day, remember?”
He braced his hands on either side of her, his breath rasping against her neck. “Condoms are in my bedroom. I hope to God they’re not expired.”
“I have some in my purse in the living room. But…” An odd urge hit her as she stroked him, a deep, aching desire to feel him just like this, skin to skin. “It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and I’m on the pill. Have you been tested?”
“Yes. I’m good, but I can go get—”
She kissed him, swallowing the words and following her gut. She pulled back and met his eyes. “I’m okay with it if you are.”
Something dark and dangerous flared in his gaze. “I’ve never been more okay with anything ever. This will be slower the next time, I promise. But right now…” He guided her into the steamy space of the shower, the warm water cascading over her skin. “Right now I need you to hold on.”
He turned her around and she reached out, automatically grabbing the towel bar fastened to the tile wall. He pressed his body against her back, rubbing all that maleness against her slick skin—rough hair and hard muscle, the thick, hot need of his erection branding her and making the water feel cool in comparison. She nearly purred as she rocked back against him.
He sucked the water off the curve of her neck and then nipped at her ear. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Spread your legs for me. I need to be inside you.”
A hard shudder went through her, and she did as he asked. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her steady as she gripped the bar, and then he was pressing against her entrance, making her stomach flutter and her knuckles go white. When he slid inside, stretching and filling her, she let out a sound of relief, the emptiness finally abating.
He growled against her ear and rocked into her, deep and slower than she’d expected, as if he was still savoring, though she knew he had to be pushing his edge.
“Wes,” she whispered, hearing the begging note in her voice over the hard patter of the water.
The arm he had around her slid down, finding her sensitive clit as he sank deep again and picked up a little speed. She tensed, expecting the stimulation to be too much too soon, but the feel of his calloused finger along her tender flesh made an edgy need bloom. She was right there again. She could feel the demand of her body, the pulsing potential. It was just out of reach.
“Please.” The word slipped out, unbidden. “I need…”
“What?” he asked hoarsely as he continued pumping into her. “Tell me.”
Her hands tightened on the bar. “Fuck me, Wes. I need…fast.”
Wes made a sound deep in his throat and his hips rocked faster, thrusting into her while his fingers worked her to the point of being rough.