Page 68 of One Kind Soul

Okay, that is hot.

She reached a hand down and surrounded his erection, giving him a squeeze and a tug. He groaned and tightened his grip on her leg, bringing her closer so he could capture her mouth. He slid that glorious tongue past her lips and caressed her tongue, claiming her as his. Nicole had been kissed before, but never with this heat, this connection, this unparalleled perfection. She was instantly drunk on him, her head spinning in the hazy air of the shower.

When he slid his fingers into her folds and teased her, she almost exploded on the spot. She moaned and he pressed her against the shower wall. His body was a long, hard line against hers as he positively devoured her mouth, her neck, her shoulder, her breasts. He kept working his way down until he was aligned with her throbbing core. With the steamy mist of the water dusting over them, he hooked her leg over his shoulder and used his mouth in ways that made Nicole dissolve into a quivering collection of atoms that surely would never reassemble in the same way. She always walked away changed after being with Christian.

Changed and . . . better.

“Inside,” he breathed into her ear after standing. “Need to be inside you, Nixen.” He lifted her, the tip of his arousal dragging along her body, pulling a moan from both of them.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. In the next moment, Christian slid into her and she couldn’t breathe as he filled her, nothing between them, just a perfect merging of their bodies. He thrust in and out of her as she clung to him, her body pinned between him and the shower wall. The heat of the water, the heat of their skin, the heat his lovemaking generated all made Nicole feel as if she were on fire. She was raw flame, climbing higher, burning faster.

Christian attacked her mouth and the kiss spun wildly as he pumped his hips, driving harder and reaching new depths. He filled her so completely and when he withdrew, the blissful drag took her farther up the peak. Filling, withdrawing, filling, withdrawing. She was dizzy with sensations as her fingers dug into his back and he pulsed inside her.

Her walls spasmed and Christian tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. She squeezed her legs tighter around his waist and rode the wave with him until he slumped against her. They slid down to the tub, still joined, and Christian shifted so she was in his lap. He looked sex drunk and Nicole imagined she looked the same.

Christian reached for the soap behind him and lathered his hands. Starting at her shoulders, he massaged everything he could reach before pulling out of her and getting the rest of her body. She did the same to him then after they’d rinsed off he shut the water off and opened the door. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. Stepping out first, he secured a towel around his waist then offered her his hand.

“My lady.”

She took it and joined him on the fluffy rug in front of the shower. They stood next to each other in their towels, water dripping off them and steam wafting around their bodies. Christian’s blue gaze was locked on her and she couldn’t take her focus off him either.

“I love you,” they said at the same time then grinned at each other like dopey fools.

Nicole opened her arms and Christian stepped into them. She wrapped her arms around him and he dropped a kiss on the top of her head as he hugged her.

“We didn’t use a condom,” he said.

“I’m on the pill and clean.” She stepped back to see his face.

“I’m clean too.” He gazed at her, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment. “You can’t live in Hawaii.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I have to be where you are.”

He tightened his hold on her then backed up. “I’m sure you can get a job waitressing or bartending here. There’s Albero’s, Mountain View Pizza, Cups Café. I’ll ask around.”

“Sure,” she said. “Food or drink service is fine for a little while, but I’d like to figure out something . . . more.”

“Of course. You can do whatever you want here and you’ll be great at it.”

It filled her heart to overflowing to have him be so supportive. To believe in her. To think she was worthy of whatever she chose to do.

“Thank you,” she whispered right before kissing him.

“I see what’s right in front of me, Nixen.” He tugged on the end of her wet hair. “An amazing woman who has made me understand what love is. Someone who can be my friend and my lover. Someone who is my perfect match.”

She had to kiss him again when words like that—words filled with such kindness and sincerity—came out of his mouth, out of his heart.

“Cuddle with me?” He angled his head toward the bathroom door.

“Absolutely.”

They dried off, taking time to help each other get those hard to reach areas. Christian dressed in dark gray cotton shorts, but he left the rest of him temptingly bare. Nicole slipped on one of his T-shirts and they settled on the couch together. He put on the TV, but they barely paid attention with such easy access to one another’s naked skin.

A meow sounded near the loft stairs a little while later and Roxie’s fuzzy gray head poked between the banisters. Pebbles joined her a moment later.

“Uh-oh,” Christian said. “Pack cats are looking for available laps.”

Sure enough, Tibbs, Nina, and Leaf followed Roxie and Pebbles up the remaining steps and into the main living area. The cats spent a few minutes investigating here and there, but then they all ended up on the couch, crawling all over Nicole and Christian.