Page 159 of Devious Obsession
Steele watches me, his eyes dark. I step forward and reach up, rubbing the soap into his hair, too. It comes away streaked with pink at first.
I don’t react. Just put more shampoo in my palm and continue washing his hair. I’m so close to him, my breasts are mashed into his chest.
“Tip your head back,” I murmur.
He does as I direct, and the water rinses him. I keep running my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp in a way that makes his lips part slightly. And then he’s moving, spinning both of us in the tight space so I have my turn under the water.
We take care of each other that way. Until we’re both clean… well,everywhere. And then he picks me up and puts my back against the wall, notching himself at my entrance. He kisses me again, no less fiercely.
“Tell me you love me again,” he says, pulling back an inch. His nose brushes mine.
I smirk. “Why?”
“Because we almost died, and I would’ve never heard you say it. So now I need to hear it as much as possible.” He mirrors my expression, then pushes himself into me. So. Slow.
I might combust on the spot.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, and I put my mouth at his ear.
“I love you, Steele O’Brien.”
“Marry me,” he responds.
He jerks his hips forward and fills me completely. It’s unexpected and completely satisfying, stretching and hitting the spot inside me that has been desperate for him since the prior afternoon.
“Asshole,” I gasp in his ear.
He catches my hand and kisses my ring finger. “Say yes, Aspen.”
“This is a knee-jerk reaction to almost dying,” I reply. “You don’t—”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. You know you’re my soulmate. Deep down, we’re the perfect fit—and nothing is going to change that.” He presses another kiss to my ring finger. “See your future with me—then reach out and take it.”
All that I was going to say, to protest, dies away.
Really.
Why should I deny myself this?
“Yes,” I whisper.
His lips crash into mine. Ifeelthe ecstasy in how he kisses me, capturing this moment. I kiss him back with the same fierceness, needing to be a hundred percent closer to him. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, and he sucks it into his mouth. His teeth scrape it. I let out a low groan, my core clenching around him. I tear my lips away and kiss down his neck. The tender skin of his throat.
“I love you,” he says. “I’m not a wordsmith. Not even close. But I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I can’t stand it. I love you. I’ll love you forever.”
I cup the back of his head and pull back just enough to meet his eyes. To see not only the heat but thewarmth. Gone is that cold man who stared me down a few months ago, who threatened to make my life hell—and followed through.
“Forever,” I agree.
I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. The water is getting cooler, but neither of us reach to turn it off. Our bodies are burning up as it is.
He lets go of my hip and slides his hand between us, rubbing my clit.
My eyes roll back, my head touching the cool tile. It’s his turn to put his lips all over my throat, biting and sucking as he works me higher. His movements are getting more frantic. Chasing the high of release. I groan when he pinches my nipple again. It’s like shooting fireworks under my skin.
I orgasm like that, crying out and clutching him closer. His mouth covers mine, absorbing the sounds. And only a few seconds later, he stills inside me and comes with a groan.
Forever with Steele O’Brien.
