“Talk about what? Me going to the meeting alone, or you being a liar? Take your pick.”
He stepped into the shower—naked.
“What the hell? Sexy shower time is off limits while I’m angry at you.”
Not to mention, we hadn’t even gotten to sexy shower time yet. Something I was sure I was going to enjoy with Fin in the future, but had been impossible with Esteban trying to kill us every day and the Captain hovering around 24/7. I stifled that last thought. I’d forgo sexy shower time if we could get him back.
“You’re looked sad,” Fin said, still in my fucking shower.
I threw the bottle of shampoo at him, which he caught and carefully placed back in the empty spot on the ledge.
“Get the hell out. We can talk later.”
He stepped forward and I averted my eyes away from his damn ridiculous abs and the fucking hot way the water clung to the hard lines of his chest and arms.
“You keep saying later, but the longer we wait, the longer you’ll hold a grudge and punish me.”
Still refusing to look at him, I turned to run the water over my hair. “Oh, it’s almost like you know me.”
“Talk to me, Zoey.” His fingers skimmed my waist, and I froze.
The tension and need we’d both been stifling arched high and hard between us.
Damn it. I didn’t want to sleep with him. I wanted to slap him.
He took another step forward, bringing our bodies close enough that I could feel the heat of him behind me, even with the water spraying scalding hot from above.
“Don’t you dare,” I said. “We are not doing this right now.”
I twisted to face him so he knew I meant it.
“Fine,” he said as he crashed his mouth down on mine, so hard I stumbled but he caught me in his arms and pulled me into him.
Every inch of him felt exactly like I remembered, and I moaned.
One minute of this bliss. I’d allow us one minute and then I’d walk out and leave him with his hard-on.
I let myself melt into him and he groaned, no doubt thinking I’d submitted. Dissolving him of that notion, I nipped his bottom lip and clenched my fist up into his hair to pull the strands.
Oh, Gods. Why did he feel so good? Taste so good? Everything about him drew me in. The sensual play of our slick skin together did not help my fracturing control.
He slid a hand up to cup my cheek, the other wrapping around my waist tighter, holding me hostage against his chest. I was too far gone in this kiss to stop him, to push him away, but I could make him work for it.
I nipped his lips and pulled back. He surged forward to kiss me again, but I turned my face at the last second, so his lips slid over the curve of my jaw and onto my neck. He didn’t try to capture my mouth again. Instead, he scraped his teeth down the sensitive column of my neck.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered, clutching his soaking wet head to me.
He continued to my collarbone, the other side of my neck, and then down, dropping to his knees and tugging me so he could get his lips around my nipples. He drew one between his lips and swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak.
Like a fucking statue, I stood there, moaning, as he kissed a path to my other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
“Still want me to stop?” he whispered against my sternum, then down my belly until his nose brushed my belly button.
Maybe this was the tension release we both needed?
I shook my head and gripped the back of his hair. “No, keep going.”
His warm chuckle was the only warning I got before he clamped his hands on my upper thighs, shifted them apart, and parted me with his tongue.