I stepped into the space, barely big enough for me, let alone both of us. My cock began to pulse. I snaked my arms around her waist, letting them explore below her navel. She sighed.
It wasn’t going to be enough. Not for either of us. I spun her in my arms, hiking her knee to my waist immediately.
“Ohh,” she moaned. I rubbed my dick back and forth against her pussy.
I lifted her other leg, hugging her to my waist as I plunged inside her., backing her into the wall. Her body followed like a choreographed dance. Her hips began to grind with seductive waves. I thought I might fucking loose it right then. I braced against the wall, pumping in and out, savoring it. Savoring her.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “More, Knight,” she pleaded.
I bit her lips. Sucked them. My tongue lapped at her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. The water pressure wasn’t intense, but the friction my mouth created made her tits perk. I lowered my head, sucking one between my lips.
“Oh, God.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. She clamped around my dick like a vise.
This is how it always was. How it would always be.
Our mouths met and the water ran between us.
But the damn shower was too small. I wanted more of her.
“Hold on,” I growled. She wrapped her hands around my neck as I carried her out of the shower and onto the bed. I lowered her wet body on the quilt, bringing her ankles to my shoulders. Finally, with a glimmer of light, I could see her eyes. I could see the expression when I made her come. And fuck, I wanted to see it. The way her green eyes blazed. How she stared at me. How she held me with every breath. With every quiver her body made.
I sank into her. Pulled out. Sank inside again. She bit her lip with pleasure. Her hips lifted with the next thrust and then with the next.
I held her ankles. I could feel the climax building in the base of my spine. It was beginning to fire in every direction.
“God, I love you,” I groaned. I’d never said it like that. I didn’t think I’d ever said it during sex. Not once in my life.
Her eyes changed expressions, maybe even colors.
I crawled on the bed, carrying her with me. She hooked her heels together and I drove deeper, harder. I wanted her to know I meant every fucking word I had said in the past twenty-four hours. I would protect her. I would make sure she was safe. I wanted a partnership with her. I wanted to build a life with her. And I goddamn loved her more than anything.
The sweat dripped down my chest as I felt the orgasm exploding with new intensity and strength. I was lost to her.
Our bodies quaked. Kennedy screamed my name as she climaxed with me. It was fucking incredible. I gasped for air and then collapsed next to her on the small bed.
Kennedy curled against me. “I think you left the water on,” she whispered.
I laughed. “I don’t know if I have enough energy for another shower.”
“I might,” she teased.
Of course she did.
* * *
“I don’t want to leave.”
“Then don’t,” she said with a playful smile. “There are a lot of reasons to stay here.” She shrugged one shoulder with an innocent seductive gesture.
“I don’t want to leave the cabin.” I couldn’t imagine opening the door and closing it behind me. But I had to pick up Kimble and we needed to make headway to cut off Crew’s parents. But how did I leave her?
I had jumped in the shower a second time and dressed. I was the only wearing any clothes. It gave her the advantage.
I leaned down, kissing Kennedy hard on the lips.
“What was that?” she asked.
I exhaled. “Something to get you through the day I hope.” I smiled. “I’ll be back at lunch.”