Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
That’s all it takes.
She moves toward me.
One step.
Then another.
My pulse pounds as she climbs into the shower, water misting her skin. Her shirt clings instantly, turning sheer as it molds to her curves. She shivers—not from cold, but from nerves—and I close the distance, brushing my knuckles along her jaw.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Sexy.”
A small, breathy laugh escapes her. “I don’t feel sexy.”
“You walked straight into the shower with a man who can’t stop thinking about you. That counts as something.”
Her hands lift, tentative at first, touching my stomach like she’s testing whether I’m real. The sensation sends a heavy pull low in my abdomen. I slide an arm around her waist, guiding her under the water with me.
The moment the spray hits her, she gasps. Water runs down her throat, over the swell of her breasts.
She tilts her head back to look at me—and that’s it.
I kiss her.
Hungry, aching, all of the tension firing all at once. She answers me instantly, fingers curling into my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her lips are soft, warm, yielding, but her kiss, her kiss has heat she doesn’t know how to hide.
“God, Holley,” I groan against her mouth.
She presses her body to mine, and the feel of her— soft curves, her nipples peaking against me—makes restraint a damn challenge.
My hands slide down to her thighs. “Jump,” I whisper.
She does.
Her legs wrap around my waist, water cascading over both of us as I brace her against the tile. Her breath trembles against my neck. My cock is hard, aching even, pressed perfectly between us.
“You’re killing me,” she whispers.
I nip her lower lip, gentle but possessive. “You started it, standing there staring like you wanted to devour me.”
She hides her face in my shoulder, laughing breathlessly. I tilt her chin up, making her meet my eyes.
“Don’t hide. Not from me.”
Her pupils blow wide, and she kisses me again—slow this time, exploring, learning me. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly, making me hiss.
I slide one hand up her spine. The noise she makes is pure sweetness. When I cup her ass, lifting her higher, she moans softly into my mouth.
“I want…” she says, trailing off like she’s afraid of the words.
I run my thumb across her cheek. “Tell me.”
“I want you.”
Every muscle in my body tightens. “Then you have me.”
The shower pours around us, hot water steaming, filling the space with heat and breath and the sound of her stifled moans. My touches grow bolder—her thighs, the slope of her waist, the soft underside of her breast through the wet shirt.
“Tony,” She shivers.
I grin wickedly. “You want it, baby?”
She nods. She’s flushed, water beading across her bare skin, nipples tight, curves soft and perfect.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re beautiful.”
Her breath hitches at the hunger in my voice.
I lower my head, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder, the swell of her breast. When my mouth closes around her nipple, she gasps, fingers threading into my hair.
Her body arches.
Her hips rock.
And I’m gone—completely undone by the way she responds to me.
Her back hits the tile gently as I press closer, grinding against her slow, deep, torturously controlled because I want her begging before I take her.
“Tony, please,” she whispers.
I lift my head, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “Please what, baby?”
She trembles. “Touch me.”
I grin. “Oh, I plan to.”
But just as my hand trails lower, ready to give her exactly what she’s begging for… the water sputters.
Pressure changes.
And then… Ice-cold water blasts out of the showerhead.
Holley shrieks, curling into me as the water turns brutally glacial.
I burst out laughing, even as I grab her and yank both of us out of the spray. “Okay, okay, that’s my bad, should have thought about the temps outside and the water heater keeping up.”
She’s laughing too, shivering and clinging to me. Still wrapped around me in the best way. “Oh my god, that was—”
“Dramatic much?” I offer.
“Traumatizing,” she corrects, teeth chattering as I set her on her feet.
I wrap her in a towel, pulling her against my chest. “Then we’d better warm you up again, huh?”
Her eyes soften, heat returning even as she shivers. “Yeah,” she breathes. “We better.”
I lean down picking her up again and carry her out of the bathroom—dripping, laughing, wrapped up in me—and every step feels like crossing into something new. Her bare legs wrap instinctively around my hips, her skin warm against mine despite the cold shower mishap. Every breath she takes brushes against my throat, shaky, wanting.
“Tony…” she whispers, and the sound alone is enough to unravel every ounce of restraint I thought I had left.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur into her hair. “I’ve got you.”
The bed space is dim, lit only by the soft glow spilling in from the hallway. The storm outside pushes pale light across the wood floor, shadows dancing like they know what’s coming.