Page 143 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
I wrap my palm around the pendant he got me. A sailboat glides over the water in the distance.
Ras and I haven’t said the words, but they’re in our every action, every glance, every touch.
Yes, a few more days.
I walk back into our room and quietly enter the bathroom. The shower takes a while to warm up, so while I wait for it, I take a look at myself in the mirror. The bruise on my face is fading. The one on my ribs isn’t as visible beneath the tan I’ve managed to acquire. Still, these marks on my skin remind me of the past I’m trying so hard to forget.
I step into the shower and lather myself up, the water running in soapy rivulets down my body.
A sound makes me turn.
It’s Ras. He moves purposefully toward the shower, pulls open the door, and steps under the cascading water, backing me against the wall. There’s a frisson of excitement low inside my gut at the way his hungry gaze drags over my body.
“Good morning,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep. “I was wondering where you went.”
“I was only gone for ten minutes,” I tease him.
He’s already hard, and the head of his cock brushes up against my thigh.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Peaches,” he says, moving closer. “I know how fucking crazy I sound, but I swear, even a minute away from you feels too long.”
My chest swells with affection so powerful that it feels like it’s about to burst out.
Sometimes, when I’m lying beside him, his scent all around me and his arms wrapped around my waist, it’s still not enough. I get the insane urge to burrow under his skin. To become one with him.
He presses his palm against the wall beside my head, closing me in, and leans down to kiss me. Teeth tug and bite on my lips. His tongue delves inside my mouth, and his other hand finds my breast.
I love how big he is compared to me. How when he stands like this, I can’t see past his boulder-like shoulders.
He snakes his palms under my wet bare thighs and lifts me so that I can wrap my legs around his waist. My eyes follow the mesmerizing dance his muscles perform beneath his flesh. Water sluices down his hard, rippling chest and round biceps, running in rivulets between the ridges of his abs.
“Honeymoon phase. It’ll fade.” I gasp when his fingers drag over my slit.
He chuckles. “I fucking hope so, because the way it stands, I don’t know how I’ll get anything done.” His fingers push deeper inside. “Right now, the only thing I want to do is you.”
My head falls back as his thumb finds my clit. “God.” Sparks of pleasure explode over my skin as he rubs it in slow, sure circles. I groan, loving the way he knows how to touch me just right.
He presses his lips to the side of my neck. “These sounds you make. You don’t know how much I love them.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll get to hear a lot more of them,” I mutter, my eyes shutting against the waves of pleasure that spread over my entire body.
Ras dips his head down and catches a nipple with his mouth. When he sucks on it, shivers explode over my skin. It’s like his touch is charged with electricity. The chemistry between us makes my head spin. It’s always been there. We just didn’t have a way to channel it in those early days.
Ras pulls back and nudges his nose against my cheek.
I blink at him lazily. “I want you inside of me.”
“Fuck, I have to go get a condom,” he mutters and starts to put me back down.
I stop him with a palm on his biceps.
“It’s the week before my period. We don’t need to use it. The risk is low.”
His eyes go so dark they nearly turn black. I can feel his fingers press deeper into my thighs. “You sure?”
The tip of his cock brushes against my sensitive entrance, and I give him a nod. “Yes. I want to feel all of you.”
His forehead presses to mine, and he starts inching inside of me.
