Page 76 of Conspiracies and Chemistry

“Are you okay?” I asked, gripping her elbow.

“I’m really relaxed.” Her voice was low and sultry.

“Here.” I turned off the body sprays and guided her to sit on the edge of the bench. I kneeled on the tile, out of range of the drenching showerhead. Steam billowed around us. “Comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

“Hold onto the handles.”

As soon as she grabbed them, I pressed her knees apart and ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. She groaned when I grazed her lips with my thumbs. “Fucking finally.”

“What did you say before? Antici…” I teased her with my fingertips. “…pation?”

A string of curse words fell from her gorgeous lips. I spread her, then dived in to taste her, sucking, licking, and probing. Her breath stuttered out of her. She was close from theanticipation.Primal pride surged in my chest. I gripped the backs of her thighs, holding her in place, and fluttered my tongue around her vaginal opening.

She clutched the back of my head, pulling me to her. “Oliver. I need…”

“I know, baby,” I rumbled. I licked up to her clitoris and tapped it with the tip of my tongue.

She pulled my hair. “More.”

I gave it to her, gently sucking on her clit the way she liked until her shout echoed through the shower. Then I licked her down from her orgasm until she released my hair and melted against the tile wall.

I stood on shaky legs. I was close too, my dick leaking and aching from the pressure.

She gazed at it, licked her lips, then looked up at me. “Want to fuck me?”

“God, yes,” I groaned. “Let me wash off, then we can go to bed.”

“In here?” she said. She flicked her gaze around the shower like she was envisioning the best spot for it. “You can sit on the bench, and I’ll sit on your lap.”

“Condoms are in my suitcase,” I said. “I’ll wash off, then?—”

“I get tested at every physical, and I’m clear of STIs. I’ve got an IUD.” She bit her lip.

“I’m tested too,” I said. “Are you sure?”

“I know what I want. Now sit.”

A thrill ran up my spine, and my dick went even harder. I sat on the bench, and she rose on her knees to straddle my lap. I slid forward to give her knees space as she grasped my dick, then guided it inside her. We were both so slick from arousal that it was an easy glide until her ass rested on my thighs. She tightened around me, and my vision went gray at the edges. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Good, because neither are my knees.”

“Hold onto my shoulders.” I gripped the handles and rocked my hips up. She flung one arm behind my neck and dropped her other hand to where we were connected. Her fingers caressed the base of my dick for a moment before settling on her clit. Her muscles fluttered around me.

Electricity raced up my spine, and I rocked into her once, twice more before my release shuddered through me. A second later, her hand stilled, and she groaned as her orgasm milked the last drops from me.

I leaned my head back against the tile, gazing at the sexiest, most brilliant person I’d ever met. Today had been perfect, between the massage and the shower. She was so relaxed, and she’d let me into her trust. We could have so many more perfect days together if she’d keep her walls down. Hope bloomed in my belly.

I gazed up at her pleasure-drunk smile. “I love you.” I kissed her lips, then her cheek, then her jaw. “I love you.” I buried my face in her shoulder. “I love you.”

She hummed and kissed my hair. But she didn’t say it back.

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