She grabbed it quick, then shoved his pants low. She was on fire. Needing him. Fast. Hard. Now.
Refusing to let her go, he just kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans, and then he was gloriously naked. The man was skilled, and he didn’t even have to use his hands.
He walked into the shower and sat down.
Water hit her back, her hair, her dress and rained over them. He was naked while she was still in her clothes, and the juxtaposition made her feel hot and wild and sexy. He gently bit the top of her cleavage as he tugged the top of her dress down enough to wedge the cloth beneath her breasts.
He sucked one sensitive peak into his mouth, and she drove her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer. She loved his mouth on her. Especially when he seemed as desperate for contact as she was. She ground against him, his hard cock slipping along her panties.
“Are these yours?” he asked, reaching beneath her dress and gripping the waist of her panties.
“No, I didn’t design these,” she admitted, and she was about to ask why he wanted to know when he tore them clean off of her.
She smiled and returned with a hotter, wilder kiss. He cared about her work. Wouldn’t destroy it. And thank God there was no longer a barrier between them. She clawed his back and rocked against him again, and this time his hard shaft slid between her wet folds.
“Fuck, yes,” Dex groaned against her neck as he thrust up. Careful not to breach her. But when he slid along her clit, the promise of him entering her caused her to gasp and arch.
She couldn’t wait. She fumbled with the condom and blindly reached between them to get it on him. She never took her hands from him. As soon as it was on, she gripped the base and sank down.
“Jesus.” He pulled her closer and surged his hips up, impaling her even farther. “Every damn time is better than the last,” he said, and the words hit somewhere deep in her chest. Because that’s how she felt. She wasn’t cooling off for Dex; she was getting hotter. Needier. And it was getting better, not worse.
She whipped her hips in his lap, taking him deep. He wrapped her legs around him and took over the movement. Yanking her into him while he surged up. She saw stars, and the flecks of water hitting her skin were infused with some kind of snapping sparkles. Or her skin was just a live wire. Either way, she felt him. All over her, in her, everywhere.
She was already fighting off an instant orgasm, because she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to keep feeling him, keep having him.
“Don’t hold back,” he said as if sensing she was trying to do just that. “Come for me. Let go and give it up, baby.”
She shook her head. “No.”
With one arm wrapped around her waist, the other came up to grip her hair, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
“I want you to come,” he said and thrust harder.
She bit her lip because she was going to. Any moment, the sparks of pleasure already flying through her veins like freshly lit dynamite would engulf her completely.
“No,” she said around gritted teeth.
“Why?” he asked as he continued pumping in and out.
Because I don’t want this to end.
She couldn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t even admit it to herself. Because this was the end. It had to be. When she met his gaze, something honest and a little scared flickered across his face. She had to take control. Had to feel him, please him, if only to pretend she was independent.
She tightened her grip and threw herself into him as powerfully as she could.
“Whoa there, princess…” he said. But instead of slowing down, he sped up. His grip tightened, and he fused his mouth over hers.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t hold back. She screamed with her release as it flooded like a dam breaking beneath her skin, and Dex caught every octave of her cries with his mouth and swallowed them down.
His body tensed as his own climax hit him. And yet he continued to thrust.
Even when she was spent, he kept those heady aftershocks kicking through her. She clung to the fading pleasure of her orgasm the same way she was clinging to the fading pleasure of being with him. But seconds later, the pleasure was gone, the same way she knew this relationship would be.
“I think we were successful in getting dirty and clean at the same time,” she breathed against his mouth, keeping him inside of her and refusing to unlock her legs. A more independent woman wouldn’t cling like this. Which was what terrified her. Because she should let go. Should be the woman she’d been trying to be. Instead she just hugged him harder. Because once she finally let go, she’d let go for good.
He brushed a palm over her face and smiled. “You’re right. And just think, we could also count this as water training.”
She gave a small laugh. “Best training ever.”