“Want to give me some hints?”
“When I’m enjoying tormenting you this much? No.”
He reached for the bottle of shower gel on the nearby shelf and squirted a healthy dollop into his palm, then lathered up his hands. The stare he pinned her with then made her breath catch.
He soaped her shoulders, then he caressed his way back to cover her breasts. He paid gentle attention to her nipples until she dragged in a shuddering breath before he trailed his fingers down her abdomen. “Spread your legs so I can put my hands on your pussy.”
That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. But Brea was done questioning why she enjoyed him talking so dirty to her. Instead, she parted her thighs.
He covered her sensitive sex with one big palm, rubbing and working, circling and pressing until her breath turned more uneven. Her ache gathered and grew. Her knees nearly gave out as she melted into the wall.
Then Pierce swiped the shower head from its mechanism and set the spray against her throbbing flesh.
Brea let out a needy whimper and clutched his shoulders in a silent plea while he rinsed her good and clean with a smug smile.
That wasn’t all right with her.
She grabbed the bottle of soap off the shelf, lathered up her hands, and rubbed him all over with a leisurely touch, starting at his chest and slowly working her way down toward the thick stalk of his cock. When she reached it, she skimmed around his erection, focused on his thighs, paid special attention to the scars at his knees, even soaped between his toes with her fingers.
When she glanced up, he’d gathered up the suds sliding down his body and was stroking himself, eyes flaring at the sight of her on her knees.
That gave her an idea.
She leaned to one side, letting the shower spray wash away the lather coating his body. Then she pressed kisses up his flank, to his hip, over to those notches low on either side of his hair-roughened abs. When he closed his eyes with a groan, she moved in.
And licked the swollen purple crest of his hard cock.
“Brea…” He sucked in a rough gasp and slid his fingers in her hair, nudging past her lips and onto her tongue. “Yes, pretty girl. Holy fucking shit…”
His girth stretched her lips and strained her jaw. But he tasted clean, if slightly salty. He smelled like soap and musk and him. She didn’t know what she was doing, but there was something both intimate and primal about having the most private part of Pierce’s body in her mouth. She’d never imagined she would like oral sex. Well, she’d loved it when he’d gone down on her, but this… It was heady, almost powerful, knowing how much she could affect him.
He let out a shuddering groan, then slowly pulled free. “Okay, you’ve persuaded me. We’ll fuck now.”
Brea laughed. He didn’t mean that to be funny, and maybe she should have considered it downright crude. But she knew what Pierce meant. She felt it, too. He wanted to connect with her, be inside her.
She needed that so much.
“Glad you’re seeing things my way.”
Together, they dried off, sharing a towel and kisses before making their way to the bedroom. He flicked on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a muted golden glow. Without a word, she took his hands, then lay back on the bed, bringing him down with her.
Pierce poised himself over her, cock in hand, crest pressed against her opening. “Did you mean it?”
“What?”
“That you love me?”
She’d never imagined this big warrior, who’d survived a cartel’s torture, would look so afraid of her answer.
With a soft smile, she caressed his cheek and said the words with her eyes before they fell from her lips. “Yes.”
His sigh of relief sent his whole body forward, onto her, into her. “Brea. My pretty girl…”
She exhaled, feeling complete as he filled her. “Did you mean it?”
Elbows braced on either side of her face, he cradled her cheeks as he worked a slow rhythm in and out of her pussy. “Yeah. You have no idea…”
Then they stopped talking with words and started communicating with their bodies.
By unspoken agreement, it was a long, slow avowal of their feelings. She’d never imagined Pierce could be so gentle, yet his touch held just as much passion. Brea soaked in all his attention and caring. She needed this. After tonight, she didn’t know how she would do without it. They still had so many obstacles to navigate, but she tried not to let that daunt her. No, she didn’t know when or how they would overcome their hurdles. She was only determined that they would.
Her need rose swiftly, a barely banked fire that he blazed back to life with his touch, his kisses, the sound of her name on his lips. Together, they climaxed, clinging to one another through lingering caresses and shuddering moans.