Frustrated by his lack of help, she glared at him and his amused expression, his wide grin. In something akin to an order, irritated that he appeared to be laughing at the need he created, she snapped, “Thatfuck it rightneeds to happenright now.”
Mac laughed low in his chest. “Yes, ma’am.” But instead of helping her, he grasped her face and tipped it up to him. He nipped playfully at her lips a couple of times, then teased, “Works better if you’re naked.”
Fighting her smile, she smacked him on the arm, displacing water as it pounded down on them. “You threw me in here dressed.”
Dark eyes blazed over her. “You look awesome wet.” The wicked look in his eye as he glanced back up told her it was a double entendre.
And yes, he was right. She was soaked from more than the water.
He stepped back, ordering, “Take your clothes off.”
Cassidy watched him as he backed away. Water was going everywhere with the shower curtain pushed to the side. “Where—?”
The room wasn’t large, so he only had to lean back toward the medicine cabinet to answer her question. He raised a brow in anticipation.
Cassidy grasped the hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head, tossing it onto the floor outside the shower. Her floral skirt was next. By the time she was straightening, he was in front of her again, pulling her back into his arms, claiming her mouth. She pressed every inch of herself against him that she could, a delicious shiver tearing through her as his erection pressed insistently against her abdomen.
His hand grasped her buttocks and pulled her tightly against him. He murmured, “Left a few things on.”
Before she could answer, she felt a sharp tug and heard the rending of fabric. On a gasp, she looked up at him, holding him even tighter. A hotter rush of moisture combined with a sharp throbbing between her legs met the action. “Did you just…?”
“Tear your panties off? Yep,” he answered. Lowering his head, he sucked at, then bit the hollow at the juncture of neck and shoulder as his hands traveled up her spine. She shivered. He unclasped the hooks, pulling the straps from her shoulders and discarding the material as though it was an irritant to him.
His voice was hoarse with approval as he grasped her happily freed breasts. “Fucking perfect tits, Cassidy.”
And then he occupied his mouth by giving oral praise to the needy tips. The heat of his tongue, the tug of his teeth, the suction of his mouth, all sent her even further into her depraved oblivion. She tried as much as she could to mold herself to him, wanting nothing more than to relieve the demand between her legs.
“Mac,” she panted, even as she clasped his head to her breast, bending over, her lips to the top of his head.
He held her tighter around the waist with one arm, his other hand working her other breast.
“Mac,please.”
A muffled sound against her flesh, along with a drawn-out suck, nearly buckled her knees before the tip was released. He kissed his way up her chest, to the area beneath her ear that had her quivering in his arms as he slipped his fingers between her legs. Her nails dug into his biceps as she cried out and bucked against his hand, burying her face against his chest.
He slipped two fingers inside, a groan escaping him. He went back in, again and again, as she rocked her hips against his hand. She delighted in leaving small bites along his neck as she used his flesh to quell her sounds. Sliding his fingers out, he grasped her thigh and hitched it around his waist, pressing himself to her entrance.
Cassidy tensed as he lined up; Mac came with a lot of pleasure, but his initial forceful thrust came with pain, as well. He paused, inserting only his tip.
“Look at me,” he instructed.
Biting her lower lip, she obeyed, her chest constricting at the concern in his eyes.
“Slowly, sweetheart.”
He observed her closely as he entered her, both of them hyper aware of every inch of his invasion into her body. The act itself, his restraint, the torturous pace, theawarenessof him, overwhelmed her, and she started to come apart.
Her eyes widened in foggy disbelief as it overtook her, her mouth opening to take in air she was deprived of as her body folded in on itself. She bucked against him, jerked on her leg he held against him, driving him in even deeper as she came, surprised by both the slow-moving coup of it and the speed.
Mac’s eyes glowed with satisfaction as she shuddered around him, her skin flushing. As she started to gain her breath, he took it away again by pulling back only to slam into her. And again, moving in and out of her with a determined pace, driving deep.
Cassidy threw her arms around his neck, her arms shaking as she attempted to climb him. She wanted him deeper. He assisted, grasping her up so she could wrap her legs around him as he pounded her into the wall, each thrust met with an approving moan until she threw her head back and it was his name she panted and gasped out.
Her second orgasm was no less earth-shattering. She wrapped herself around him, rode it out with squeaks and cries as he battered into her until he reached his own. And then they stayed that way, under the steady stream of water, clinging to one another, hearts racing, bodies throbbing, and breath struggling for evenness.
Cassidy released her iron hold of his hips because her legs were shaking from the strain. Mac held her until she was steady on her feet. She gazed up at his smiling eyes and said sheepishly, still breathless, “I’m very impressed…”
He grinned.