Keeping Score

Then I felt his tongue dart out against my clit. I spread my legs wide for him, eager for more.

Once.

Twice.

He sucked me into his mouth and bit down ever so gently but enough that I knew he had me and that I couldn’t pull away. With my clit clamped tight between his teeth he flicked his tongue against me over and over.

My hands gripped at his hair while the hot water splattered around us.

“No. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.” I breathed. My forgiveness was growing.

“Mmm.” He moaned as he sucked me back into his mouth while I rode his face with frantic force.

I glanced down at this amazing man before me as he knelt in the shower, steam cascading all around us and I realized how much I loved him.

How hard I had been falling. Why I was so angry with him when he went out on his own. Why all of it mattered so much. I loved Kane Hawkins.

I didn’t think this man knew what in the hell he was doing to me. Every single time he touched me he took another piece of my heart and firmly stored it away. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if I knew how the hell he felt or where he thought this was going.

With all the stuff going on with Hunter we hadn’t had a chance to sit down and talk about anything and that worried me. What if we weren’t on the same page? What if tonight was the beginning of that? What if Hawk did everything on his own and couldn’t find a way to let me in?

I wanted to know him. I wanted this. I wanted him.

My hips jutted forward.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Yes,” he groaned against my pussy.

My head fell backward as I offered myself to him again. He was relentless, pushing my knees wide.

His tongue darted while his fingers pushed inside me. Twisting and pumping tighter and faster. Harder and deeper.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m coming,” I cried.

With one powerful lick he sent me over the edge. My body convulsed and quivered. I gasped for breath. I searched for gravity. But I was floating in a blissful haze.

Hawk’s eyes locked on mine. He lowered my feet to the tiles, where the hot water pooled at my toes. He kissed my stomach and then each nipple, drawing closer to my lips.

“I love you, Julie.”

I gasped. “Oh, God.”

“I do. I’m sorry I screwed up. But damn, I’m so in love with you.”

My arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you too. So much.”

“I didn’t mean to be a dick.”

I kissed him tenderly, tasting the soap and traces of myself on his lips. “I know. Don’t leave me out next time.”

“I won’t.”

He picked me up, cutting off the water with his free hand. He grabbed up two towels on his way out of the shower. “I bought you another early Christmas present.”

“You did?”

He nodded. “Mmhmm. This one has two settings. I think you’ll like it. And I swear it’s whisper quiet.”

My body tingled. “What every girl wants for Christmas.” I giggled.