Page 81 of The Snowflake Effect

More steam. More heat.

It’s almost suffocating. As stifling as the emotion gathering in my chest. I wish he could see how fast my heart is beating, how full it is with unsaid words. Love. Joy. Respect. Devotion.

Finally, I’m ready for it all.

With a grunt, he turns around and fans his palms on the wood wall, giving me complete control and the view I’ve imagined ceaselessly.

Rivulets of sweat drip down his skin, hours of karate and rock climbing having cut grooves through which the liquid flows. I could stare at his strong back and shoulders forever, but it’s his booty that’s making it hard to blink. Toned and taut and rising in plump perfection, glistening in the warm light.

The Sistine Chapel of butts.

Still facing the wall, Kolton shifts his feet, his frustration evident in his bunched muscles.

I run my hand down the length of my wet hair. “I think I need to get a camera.”

He drops his head forward. “If you leave here, I’m dragging you back and locking the door.”

Point taken.

His ass flexes, and I can’t maintain my distance any longer, can barely keep from telling him how hard I’ve fallen.

I come up behind him, wet and slippery, and press my breasts against his back, sucking a trail from shoulder to shoulder. I glide my hands around his ribs, charting the map that leads to his treasure trail and my treasure. So slick. So hard.

I grip him, and a pained “fuck” tears from his throat while I slide every inch of my drenched body along his back.

“Did you touch yourself while we were apart?” I ask. “Did you picture me when you came?”

He thrusts into my hand, and I bite his shoulder, salt invading my tongue. “You know I did,” he says. His fingers claw the wood. “With those fucking torn panties.”

“I’d love to watch you.” I’m drenched…everywhere, searching for some relief by rubbing my most sensitive spot on his backside. I won’t be able to play the role of seductress much longer.

“I’ll put on a show, baby. But not tonight. Tonight, I need to be inside you.”

He moves to face me, but I stop him with a stern, “Don’t you dare.”

Still behind him, I grip his dick tighter and he curses, then he moves with my steady strokes, getting harder, breathing heavier. But there’s more of him to explore. Releasing him, I kiss every inch of his back and the expanse of his shoulder blades while I knead his strong thighs with my hands, making my way lower, and lower, until I’m on my knees, worshipping his glorious ass.

“Turn around,” I say, my voice tight with desire. I want to have him in my mouth, to show him just how hot he makes me.

He does as instructed, but the second he turns my desire blooms into something else.

His dark eyes shine down at me with so much vulnerability I want to gather him to my chest and hold on forever. Never let go.

He touches my soaked hair and drags his hands to my cheeks, keeping me back from wrapping my lips around him. “Shay…I…”

I hold my breath, wait for him to say what I think he’s about to say—the same words lodged in my throat. I love you. He swallows instead. Something sharper passes through his eyes, but he quickly blinks.

Then he takes control.

He pulls me up and crushes me to him. Skin slides. Lips bruise. Sweat pools at our feet. He walks us toward the bench and sits, reaching for my hips. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

His demand inflames me. Sometimes sex with Kolton is sweet and slow, sometimes rough and raw, but he’s always holding, pressing, clutching. At night, with him, I let go physically, and I shoot off like a rocket.

How intense will it be now that I’ve opened my heart, too?

I secure my legs around him, and he lifts my backside. With one swift move of my hips, he’s inside me and…wow. My oh God mingles with his Jesus as we press closer together.

“So hot,” I say. “So wet.”