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“Of what?”
I swallowed hard. “Of you.”
He shifted, just slightly. His body didn’t touch mine, but I could feel the heat of him hovering just a breath away. My nipples tightened in the air between us, and I swore the water got hotter.
His voice dropped to a rasp. “Be specific.”
I should’ve blushed. Should’ve hesitated.
But I’d already followed him into the shower without permission. Already spread myself open for him in the pump shed. I wasn’t backing down now.
“I want you to touch me,” I whispered. “I want you totakeme. I want to feel you inside me while the water drowns everything else out. I want to lose myself.”
Carrick exhaled like the air had been punched out of him.
Still, he didn’t touch me.
Instead, he leaned forward slowly, until his lips hovered just beside my ear.
“You want a scene?” he murmured.
My knees nearly buckled.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
I turned my head, pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth.
“I want to feel everything. As much as you’ll give me.”
He moved.
Fast.
One hand slammed against the tile beside my head, the other wrapping tight around the base of my throat—not squeezing, not yet—justclaiming.
“You want more?” he asked, voice low and sharp. “Then you’ll give me more.”
“Yes,” I breathed, already trembling. “Please.”
“Good.”
His grip tightened just slightly, and I gasped, the edge of pressure making everything inside me light up.
“You follow every command,” he said. “You beg when I tell you to. And you don’t cum until I say.”
“I understand.”
“I want your pain,” he growled. “I want your desperation. You give that to me, and I’ll give youeverything else.”
I nodded, breath catching.
“Color?”
“Green,” I whispered. “Please, Carrick?—”
He cut me off with a kiss that wasn’t soft. It was teeth and tongue and domination. My back hit the wall, and this time he pressed into me, his body all slick heat and muscle and authority.
