Dragging me to his chest, his last shred of self-control slips away, leaving only need behind. His need to feel me in his embrace. His need to reassure himself that I’m still alive, still here with him.
He clutches me closer, fervent fingers pressing harshly into my skin. His eyes are pure fire. His voice is a tortured growl. “You’re injured. You’ve been through so much. And I’m probably going to hell for saying it… for even thinking it… but, god, Emilia…I need to touch you.I need it so badly, it’s burning me up.”
“Touch me,” I breathe. “Please, touch me. I’m burning too.”
His forehead comes down to rest on mine. He’s breathing just as hard as I am. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“I know,” I murmur back, staring up at him. “It’s probably the worst idea we’ve ever had.”
He kisses me, then — his mouth coming down to claim mine without another beat of hesitation. It’s the kind of kiss I’ve only ever dreamt about. The kind of kiss you read about in books or see on movie screens, but never get to experience for real. The kind of kiss I didn’t know someone like Carter Thorne was capable of giving.
It’s full of tenderness and warmth, but also passion and heat. A dance of lips and teeth and tongues that makes me dizzy with desire.
The best kiss I’ve ever had…
On the worst day of my life.
He backs me slowly beneath the torrent of water, heedless of his clothes getting soaked. Pressing me up against the tile wall, he pins my body with his hips as his mouth devours mine. My hands wind around his shoulders, clinging tighter, and I arch my back until there’s not a single molecule of space left between our bodies.
For a long while, with the water streaming down, he merely kisses me. Thoroughly, ravenously, as though making up for all the lost time since we last found ourselves drowning in each other. It’s been an eternity since I felt the press of his lips, since my breasts brushed the hard planes of his chest, since my fingers slid up into his hair.
Too long.
Far too long.
With every move he makes, Carter Thorne sets off fireworks in my nerve endings, from the top of my head to the space between my thighs.
I never want it to stop.
Never wanthimto stop.
He shifts closer, cupping my face with his hands. I gasp when I feel his hard length throbbing against my thigh through the wet fabric of his pants. When my hand reaches down between our bodies to stroke his cock, he gasps too.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his mouth moving to my neck. I feel the scrape of his teeth against my jugular vein and nearly come undone at the sensation. “God, Emilia, I’m sorry. I just meant to kiss you, just once, some chaste fucking peck of comfort, and now…”
“Shhh,” I breathe. My fingers find the bottom hem of his shirt and tug it up over his head. He helps me, flinging it aside with impatience. It hits the tile with a splat, but I barely hear it. All my focus is absorbed by the sight of Carter’s magnificent bare chest. His abdominal muscles ripple beneath the rainfall. There are beads of water on the dark line of hair leading down into his pants. I have the strangest urge to lean forward and lick them from his skin, to taste every part of him I can get my mouth on.
Carter doesn’t give me the chance. I catch a glimpse of the dark promise in his eyes and then he’s kissing me again, tongue spearing into my mouth as his hands begin to roam my body. He touches me everywhere — palming my breasts, caressing my sides, moving down, down, down, until his fingers slide between my legs and find my core. My head falls back when he pushes one finger inside me, then a second, sending volts of electricity through my system.
Sweet Christ.
He’s barely touched me and I’m about to come.
“Let go, love,” he murmurs against my neck, sucking the tender flesh. His fingers move again and I cry out, consumed by pleasure as an orgasm rockets through me at lightning speed.
He kisses me as I come down, swallowing my soft cries as the aftershocks fade from my system. I lean back against the shower wall, eyes half-lidded, and try to regulate my breathing. I hold his gaze as my fingers tug his zipper down in slow, torturous degrees. His dark blue eyes dilate with desire as his pants slide to the floor.
Nothing left between us, now.
Carter’s cock springs free, huge and rock hard. He groans as I wrap my hand around him and begin to stroke, the warm water only adding to the exquisite sensation of his length moving beneath my grip.
“God, Emilia…”
I increase my speed, more than happy to drive him wild, but he’s had enough teasing. With a fierce growl, he lifts me clean off my feet and begins to carry me. Half of me thinks he’s going to pin me up against the wall and fuck me senseless right there in the shower.
Instead, he strides out the glass doors, across the bathroom, and into my dark bedroom. Water streams off us, leaving a wet trail across the stone floor all the way to my bed, but I don’t even notice. And, if I did, I wouldn’t care.
Carter throws me onto the pillows and comes down on top of me. I feel his cock poised at my slick entrance and barely have time to wrap my legs around his hips before he plunges inside me, sheathing himself to the hilt.