Page 93 of Shades of Grey & Gold

That’s the part that nearly breaks me after a single thrust of his finger inside of me and his thumb against my clit.

I know.

He has me in every way.

His thumb swirls and a shock runs through me so sharp my breath catches on a sound I don’t recognize as mine.

He stills, but he doesn’t move his hands.

“You okay?”

I nod too quickly. “Very okay.”

His mouth curves against my neck and he licks. “Don’t get smug.”

“I’m not.”

He hums against my skin and I feel it through my whole body.

His fingers move again and whatever argument I might have evaporates in the steam around us.

My breaths become heavy as his fingers press, and rub circles, sliding up and then down with the precision of someone who knows my body better than I do.

I press my forehead into the glass, my body quivering against him, and I feel his dick pulse against my lower back. I’m so close to shattering and he isn’t even inside me.

He hasn’t even tried.

He is just touching me like loving me and giving me what I need is enough. No, not just enough—like it’s sacred and exactly what he needs, too.

But I need him. I deeply need him.

“Cal,” I whisper.

His whole body stills again, but his fingers continue.

“I need you.”

His breath leaves him hard, and then I’m moving.

He turns me carefully, kisses me once under the water, and then lifts me again, one arm under my thighs, the other around my back, carrying me out of the shower like a man who has decided the rest of his patience can go directly to hell.

“Wait!” I laugh against his mouth, breathless and dizzy at the change of temperature. “We’re wet!”

He keeps walking.

“Cal! The bed—”

He lowers me onto the sheets and follows me down, water dripping from his hair as he travels up my body slowly, covering me with his own.

His smile is wicked and beautiful.

“Sims.” His hand cups the side of my face. “If water from your body gets on our bed, I’ll consider it a blessing.”

That should not work on me.

It works on me.

I laugh, but it breaks apart when he kisses down my throat, between my breasts, over the soft curve of my stomach like he heard every terrible thing I’ve ever thought about my body and decided to answer each one with his mouth.