Page 226 of Rising Heat

“That’s what I thought.”

I laugh, and she turns enough to catch my mouth with hers before she pushes her ass back against me.

“Darcy…”

“Mack…”

I let my hand drift lower between her thighs and whatever smartass answer she had disappears. Her fingers close around my wrist, but she doesn’t stop me. She just leans into me, trusting me with what comes next.

I take my time with her, letting the water run over us while her breathing becomes ragged until she finally says my name like she’s run out of anything else worth saying.

“Mack—”

“Use your words, baby.”

“You know what I want,” she whines.

“I do.” My voice comes out rough. “Still wanna hear you say it.”

She makes that frustrated little sound under her breath that makes my cock pulse against the small of her back.

When she finally gives me what I want, I reward her for it. By the time she comes apart on my finger, shaking against me and calling my name like it’s the only thing she can still remember, one arm is locked around her waist and my face is buried against the side of her throat.

Mine.

Ours.

That distinction matters in a way I didn’t know I wanted it to before her.

A few minutes later, the apartment door opens downstairs.

“Bathroom!” Darcy calls.

Tyler’s voice carries up the hallway.

“Of course you are.”

I grin.

The door opens another inch, and Tyler leans against the frame, halfway through pulling his shirt over his head.

“Room for one more?”

Darcy crooks a finger.

“Always.”

Tyler steps into the steam, and Darcy reaches for him before he’s even fully inside. He catches her around the waist and kisses her, and she sighs against his mouth.

Tyler catches my eye over her shoulder.

“You plan on sharing?”

“Depends.”

Darcy rolls her eyes.

“You two are ridiculous.”