Her head slides back to my chest. “When you touch me, I can’t think at all.”
“I would do this to you every night. I would live for the moment we hit the sheets and I could make your world only about us, about the way I fill you, about the ecstasy overwhelming you.” Corinne doesn’t answer with words, just a keening sound so full of need it makes me harder than fucking steel. “You want that?”
“I shouldn’t…”
She’s twice as wet as she was when I put my fingers on her earlier. Her clit is beyond swollen, hard, and quivering. She’s close.
“But you do,” I murmur in her ear. “I fucking want that, too.”
Just like I want to come with her. I want her to feel us together.
I’m dying to get inside her.
Books and movies make shower sex seem like a breeze. Since I’m nearly a foot taller than Corinne, our height differential is real. I’ve got to get creative.
Gripping her hips, I lift her off her feet and turn her to the bench.
She lets out a protesting cry. “What are you doing?”
“On your knees, hands against the wall.”
“Why?” she asks. But she’s already in position.
Her graceful shoulders, the delicate line of her spine, the curves of her hips and ass…the stuff of my fantasies. But they’re even better because of the woman they’re attached to. She’s everything I didn’t realize I need.
Brushing the wet hair off her back and over one shoulder, I align myself behind her. But the fucking spray beating down on us is turning cold. Cursing, I yank the lever to cut off the shower, then refocus my attention on Corinne, on her choppy breathing as she watches me over one shoulder. Then I lean over her back, cover her clit with my fingers again, and surge inside her in one raw, teeth-gritting thrust.
Sensations sizzle across my skin and zip down my spine. Holy fucking son of a bitch. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good.
No, it’s never felt so right.
“Xavian!” Corinne scratches at the tile, her voice pleading.
“Here, princess. Right. Fucking. Here,” I vow, slamming my way inside her.
“Yes!” Her high-pitched wail drives the animal in me more primal.
“I’m going to stay here, so deep inside you, you won’t remember what it feels like when I’m not fucking you.”
“Please.”
She tosses her hips back at me, rolling with every stroke as she gropes for my thigh. Her nails sink into my skin. Her desire makes me burn. This woman is going to leave me in ashes. Everything about her drives me higher, from her teeth biting her lower lip to hold in her begging to the tight squeeze of her pussy, ensuring I never want to leave. Most of all? Those eyes. Dark, glittering, begging. She doesn’t understand what’s happening between us.
I’m not sure I do, either.
I no longer feel anything but the pounding of my body into hers. Every one of her moans echoes off the tile as the enclosure steams up with our mingled, panting breaths. Passion drips, and I’m so dialed into her that, when she goes over, she’ll take a piece of me with her forever.
I don’t even care anymore. I should. My inner cynic tells me I’m making myself too vulnerable—something I swore I’d never do again after Hadley—but it’s too late. I’m too far gone. I’m all in. If I have any prayer of ruining her for all other men, I need to give her pleasure that’s epic.
Closing my eyes, I brace my palm on the wall above her, rub her rhythmically with my fingers, and saturate my senses in her.
“Princess…” I breathe against her skin, huffing and working to slide deeper inside her with every thrust.
She grips my fingers against the wall and mewls, moving with me, tightening until I swear I’m going to explode. “I’m on fire.”
“Yes… Burn with me.”
“I’m dying.”
“We’ll go down together.”
“Why?” she sobs out.
Is it always so intense? Because there’s something between us. There must be, and she has to be feeling it, too. Something. At least a twinge. That makes her mine on some level, right?
“Just feel it.”
She squeezes my hand. “I can’t stop it.”
Perfect. “Come with me.”
Her strangled whimper pours into my ears, driving me higher. Her head falls back. Her body goes taut. Need flares lava hot through my body. Even my skin is ablaze.
She’s going to kill me.
“Fuck, princess.” I surge deeper inside her. “Baby…”
“Yes. Oh, my… Yes!” she roars, her voice a low rattle that ecstasy rips from her chest.
Then she’s bucking, squeezing me, tripping me over into the kind of satisfaction that blows off the top of my head and destroys any semblance of control. I ride her through climax, pumping furiously until she runs out of breath and voice. Until her legs give out from under her. Until she melts into me.