Page 81 of With Spite

The sharp tang coated my tongue as I inhaled deeply, trying to get as much as I could into my lungs.

“There you are,” he said when my breathing started to slow.

I tightened my legs around his waist and he grunted in reaction.

He kept the inhaler in his hand and walked us over to the shower.

With a flick of his wrist, the water was on high, and he was once again holding me with both hands.

I looked down into his eyes, so light brown today that it looked like warm champagne.

His eyes missed nothing as he inspected my gaze, searching for a worry he would not find.

“You okay?” he asked eventually.

I nodded, bringing both of my hands up to his chin and cupping the sharp lines of his jaw. “More than okay.”

His eyes closed briefly for one long moment, then he opened them again and stepped into the shower.

It was hot.

Way hotter than I would’ve expected him to like.

He twisted us the moment we were inside and placed my back against the warm wall, letting the water pound down on him.

Then he pulled out and started to thrust again.

We were so slick with our combined juices that it felt insanely erotic.

And his eyes never left mine as he slowly fucked me.

This time, there was no intense buildup. Just the slowest, sweetest of releases.

When I came, he followed, and then he was stepping back into the shower spray, dousing us both with the warm water. Still connected to me.

He washed me almost reverently.

His tattooed hands looked almost obscene against my pale, white skin.

Darkly tanned and colored, he looked like the villain and me the fair maiden.

When it came time for him to clean himself, he reluctantly let me go, and my feet hit the tile.

He pulled out, and I felt a rush of sadness at his departure.

I wanted him to stay inside of me forever.

Which was wholly impossible.

We’d never get anything done.

Not that it wouldn’t be a fun way to live…

“What’s with that smile on your face?” he asked.

“Just thinking about you staying inside of me forever,” I admitted.

He pulled the showerhead from the wall and guided my head back before wetting my hair completely.