Page 113 of Revenge Puck

Oh…

I do as I’m told.

Palms brace against the warm tile. Water cascades down my arms. My pulse is loud in my ears as I lift onto my toes, arching when he moves behind me…hands gliding up my spine…slowly…possessively…settling at the back of my neck before drifting down to my hip.

He exhales a shaky breath. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

His hand tightens at my hip, guiding my stance, changing the angle because he knows exactly how he wants me. The dominance in it sends a sharp thrill through me.

“Do you like it when I tell you what to do?” he rumbles against my back, lips pressing against my neck, hands sliding to my breasts, cupping them, toying with my nipples.

“Yes.”

I am breathless.

Shaking.

He tilts my ass up when he fits his erection between my legs, and I reach between my thighs to adjust him, fitting him inside. Gasping at the sensation of taking him bare.

God, he feels good.

My head hangs, wet hair falling forward on the tile bench.

Aaron thrusts all the way inside with a long, guttural moan. “Shit.” He hesitates. “Holy shit.”

I shift my body to accommodate him. It’s not like he’s snack sized; his big dick and powerful body aren’t easy to have sex with.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “Hold on a sec.”

He stops again, like he didn’t expect it to feel like this either. His hands clamp at my hips, holding me still.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He pauses again. “We’re good.”

The moment he presses forward, the moment there is no space left between us, the air leaves my lungs in a broken pant.

I realize he was taking control.

But now he’s losing it.

He exhales sharply, hips stuttering for half a second before he reins himself in again, fighting for control he’s clearly losing.

“I’m not going to last,” he admits roughly. “You’re too tight, babe. You feel so fucking good.”

I nod, lips barely moving to tell him, “It’s okay.”

This is the Aaron I want to see: vulnerable and exposed with all his defenses down. There is no better compliment than a man who gets so aroused he can’t last more than a minute inside me without coming.

He pumps in and out, our moans and panting silenced only by the beat of the water in the shower.

“Oh fuck. F-fuck, Juliette—I’m gonna come.”

Aaron pumps again, pulling back.Pulling out. Coming on my back, he remains bent over me, forehead resting between my shoulder blades at the same time his fingers tenderly brace at my neck, last of the tremors coursing through him.

TWENTY

AARON