“What about my eyes?” I pant.
He strokes himself harder and more erratically. “They get glassy, just like that.”
“How do you know all of that?” I feel myself barreling over that cliff of ecstasy, breathing harder with each flick of my clit, each stroke of his thumb over my cheek. This man feels like he’s part of my soul, part of me. I’ve given him that last little piece of me, the one I thought was broken and lost and he’s cherishing it like his life depends on it.
“Because you’re my everything. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the moment we met. I take in every breath, every step, every word.” Those eyes. Those damn eyes hold my gaze. “Every time you tap those lips with those pink nails. Every time you flick that ponytail. I breathe it in. I drink it in.You consume me.”
“God, Clay.” I come undone, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me like the chorus of his words, his declarations of love. I melt into a puddle of bliss on the cool marble, knowing this is where I was meant to be, with him.
“Yes. Princess. That's it. So beautiful.” I look up just as he bucks into his fist and his sculpted body clenches. He lets out rope after rope of warm cum on my chest, letting go of my neck and bracing himself against the wall behind me.
This is even better than I fantasized.
We stay there just like that, the hot water running over our bodies, for what feels like forever before he tilts my chin up to look at him.
He reaches next to me on the bench, grabbing the soap. “Let’s get you cleaned up again.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I turn around, leaning into his body and let him wash my chest. He takes his time, massaging and kneading. I lean back into him and he cranes his neck to bring his lips to mine for a perfect, heart stopping kiss.
Yes.
He’s better than anything I could have ever dreamed of for myself.
I lay in bed,still giddy thinking about the show he put on for me in the shower, practically vibrating. It was the very show he said he would never give me. “So can that be an every shower thing?”
A low hum rumbles from his chest and he drapes his arm over me, lacing his fingers into mine. I pull his hand to my lips, kissing the back of his knuckles, grinning at the wordOVERspelled across them.
That’s just it. Just when I thought the idea of me being able to trust, of me being able to open myself up completely to someone, wasover, Clay Chapman walks right into my life. He walked right into my favorite dive bar. He walked right into my condo. He walked right into my heart and now it really isover, I found the person I’ve always wanted, whether I knew it or not.
“What are you thinking about in that head of yours?” His deep voice pulls me back to the moment, a moment I want to happen countless more times.
“I’m thinking that should definitely be an every shower thing. You were hot, like so hot,” I tease.
He mock groans, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re ruining it, princess.”
I push myself back into his big, warm, comforting body, melting when he wraps his arms around me tighter.
I knew I didn’t need someone to make me better or stronger. I’ve never been a hopeless heroine that needed someone to prop them up or define them. I just needed this, a man that loves me exactly the way I am and will be by my side, hand in hand, through everything.
And that’s who Clay is.
My partner. My equal.
My eyes flutter shut and I fall asleep with one thought on my mind.
Nothing could ever ruin this.
EPILOGUE
CLAY
Seven Months Later
Jackson, Wyoming
“You trust me, right?”I peer at Lizzy, standing at the top of a place I thought I'd never be again, much less with the love of my life.
I watch her look at me, then back down into Corbet’s Couloir. I still remember the first time I skied the rocky chute in Jackson, Wyoming with my brother and Mom by my side as a teenager. It was that same night that Tanner took me out to get the outline of the Tetons tattooed onto my wrist, just like him and Collin, after Mom signed the paperwork for the studio of course.