Page 71 of The Best Wrong Move

When we get there, I bend over the side of the tub to turn the water on. While I wait for it to heat up, I brace my hand against the side of the tub, arching my back, giving him a full view of my ass bent over. I look over my shoulder, assessing him. He’s standing two feet behind me, his cock practically dripping in anticipation, knowing full well what I’m doing to him.

“This is going to take a minute to heat up . . . We could just . . .” I wait for my suggestion to take hold.

He closes the gap between us and, without a word, enters me from behind. I groan when his cock fills me, putting both hands against the wall of the shower to brace myself against him. I instantly start writhing and bouncing my ass against his cock. The full length of him from this angle feels like it’s going to take my breath away.

I squeeze my legs in closer, arching my back, so my ass is lifted as high as I can go, giving all of him deeper access, finding my G spot with every sensual thrust. His hand cups me from behind, finding my clit with his fingertips.

“Your ass from this angle,” he groans. “And your back, arching up like that. My God, Liv, you’re so fucking hot.” He wraps his other hand through my hair, pulling it back gently. “I’m not going to last long with you moving like that.”

I’m circling my hips around, pushing him deeper into me, both hands splayed on the shower wall. The steam is starting to rise from the tub, filling the bathroom with hot mist. It’s making my skin glisten all over as he grabs my ass, picking up the pace. I can hear him starting to groan, but all I can focus on is the feeling of my tight wetness, gripping onto his erection with every thrust.

“I want you so fucking bad.” His breath hitches in his throat. Then he releases me and flips me around so we’re facing each other again. We both step into the shower, turning the water on to the rainforest shower head above us. It streams over both our bodies while his lips slide across mine, heat from the water mixing with the heat from his lips, as he grazes my neck with his teeth. I’m facing him when he enters me again, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, bracing myself up against his body. He takes both my wrists and holds my arms high above my head, pressing them against the shower wall.

“I never want to stop,” he growls.

I cover his mouth with mine again.

He slides in and out of me, hot water sliding between us, pressing his hands against mine. Pushing me harder into the tile, before shuddering around me, throbbing inside me. His lips are frozen against my cheek, giving me all that he has.

My lips curl into a grin, reveling in the way this enormous man becomes lost inside me. How just the feeling of my body is enough to send him over the edge.

He presses his forehead against mine, our hands still intertwined above my head.

“I will never let you leave this island,” he says gruffly. He kisses my neck again, then my lips, dragging my bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, before releasing me again. We’re both still panting as the water from overhead runs down our eyelashes, our lips, our chins, our wet bodies pressed together. Then our hands slowly slide their way back down the wall, wrapping around each other, holding tightly to the only thing in the world that I know I can’t live without anymore.

Chapter 46

After we fog up the entire bathroom with a long, hot shower, I’m toweling off in my bedroom when I see my phone light up.

What the flying fuck was that?

It’s the first text I’ve gotten from Rex since I got here, and since it’s following the noise Dom and I were making, it’s likely about what he’s just overheard. Well, isn’t that rich, considering what I’ve been putting up with through the wall. I angrily punch in my reply and hitSendbefore I lose my nerve.

That was me fucking someone, or did you forget what that sounds like already?

Three dots appear on his side almost immediately, then disappear. I stare at the phone until they reappear again, followed by a message.

I hope you’re happy.

I soften, just a smidge.

I’m very happy.

He responds instantly.

I miss you.

And nowI’m mad all over again. Why did he have to go there?

Don’t. You have an incredible woman who actually wants you. Juju deserves your full attention. Don’t reach out to me again, no matter what you hear through these walls. Besides, you’re one to talk

I chuck my phone into the pile of pillows that covers the floor from when we cleared the bed earlier.

I’ve grown rather fond of Juju, against all odds, and now I just feel bad for her. I hate the fact that she’s probably not going to look at me ever again once she finds out the secret I’ve been harboring about her skeezy boyfriend. I should have blurted it out that very first day. Ripped off the Band-Aid. By this point I feel more like an accomplice than an ally, and I hate that.

Dom walks out of the bathroom with a towel draped loosely around his hips. He’s so built that it barely closes over the front of him.

I sit down on the edge of the comforter.

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