Page 21 of Wicked Fate

He stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and I traced every ridge and plane of muscle until my fingers wrapped around his dick.

Ryker hissed as his mouth found mine again and he moaned, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

My thumb circled his tip, and he bucked into my hand. Steam swirled around us, the shower almost forgotten as my fingers explored his length, learning what made his breath catch and his muscles tense.

"Shower," he managed to growl between kisses, his self-control slipping. "Before the hot water runs out. I want to take care of you, please."

With reluctance, I released him, and he guided me backward into the shower until the warm water cascaded over us both. His hair darkened under the spray, and water droplets clung to his eyelashes as he watched me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

"Turn around and step back," he commanded with a voice full of desire.

I obeyed, feeling his solid presence behind me. His hands slid up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

The shampoo bottle clicked open, and I heard the soft sound of the liquid being squeezed into his palm. His fingers tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp with firm, circular motions that sent tingles down my spine.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

They closed of their own accord, and I surrendered to his touch. He leaned me into the water and shielded my face with one hand while the other guided the suds away. There was something achingly intimate about it.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." His lips brushed my ear as he reached for the conditioner. His fingers worked through my hair, massaging my scalp until I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me.

I leaned back against him, feeling his hardness press against my lower back. Fire flared through my body.

He took his time rinsing the conditioner from my hair. When he finished, his hands slid down to my shoulders and began to knead tension from muscles I hadn't realized were so tight.

His hands slid around my waist...and turned me to face him.

Steam swirled around us as he reached for the body wash, squeezing a generous amount onto a soft washcloth. The clean vanilla scent filled my nose as he began to wash me, starting with my shoulders and working his way down. The rough texture of the cloth contrasted with the occasional brush of his fingers against my skin, each touch igniting sparks that traveled straight to my core.

He moved me forward, and the washcloth glided over my shoulder blades and down my spine, lingering at the small of my back before continuing lower. His free hand followed in its wake, tracing patterns on my clean skin that made me shiver despite the warm water.

When he finished, he dropped the cloth and replaced it with his lips on my neck, causing me to gasp. His mouth was hot against my wet skin, his teeth grazing my pulse point before soothing the spot with his tongue. I pressed my neck to his teeth, desperate for him to claim me.

"Not yet," he breathed as his hands slid around to cup my breasts. "I've dreamed about this," he murmured against my skin, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. "About you. About us."

I let out a shaky breath. “Me too.”

His hands wandered lower, tracing the curve of my waist. One of his hands splayed across my stomach, holding me against him while the other dipped between my thighs. When his fingers found my center, my body shuddered, already slick and ready for him.

"So wet for me," he rumbled.

I reached back, threading my fingers through his wet hair as his touch became more deliberate. One finger circled my entrance before sliding inside, making my knees buckle. His other arm tightened around me, supporting my weight as a second finger joined the first, stretching me in the most delicious way.

Desire increased, demanding more than just his fingers. "I need you," I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder as his thumb found my spot and circled with just enough pressure to make stars dance behind my eyelids.

His teeth grazed my earlobe before sucking it. "You'll have me. All of me. But first..."

His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my entire body tremble. The dual sensation of his fingers thrusting while his thumb worked had me climbing toward release faster than I'd thought possible.

"Ryker, I'm—" My words dissolved into a moan as he increased his pace.

"Let go for me. You’re safe with me." He turned me around and lowered his mouth to my breast and said, "I want to feel you come apart in my hands." Then he sucked on my nipple, pushing me over the edge.

My back arched as pleasure crashed through me in waves. His name tore from my throat as my entire body shook with the force of my release. He held me tight against him and began kissing my shoulder as I shuddered through the aftershocks.

"Beautiful," he murmured, slowly withdrawing his fingers as I came down from my high. "So fucking beautiful."

Legs unsteady, I pressed my forehead to his chest. The water cascaded over us both, washing away the evidence of my pleasure. When I'd caught my breath, I looked up at him, taking in the hunger in his eyes, the tension in his jaw as he held himself back.

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