Page 203 of Stick It
Hands on the cool tile on either side of her head, I forcemyself to pull back to meet her glazed eyes. “Still want all of me, Hellion?”
“Always.” No hesitation. No second-guessing.
My responding smirk is instantaneous. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer.” My lips are already back on hers. Searching. Seeking. Needing.
Her fingers are in my hair, her body arching into mine. “Then don’t.”
That’s all I need.
My hands move with purpose, unzipping her coat and shoving it over her shoulders, before sliding beneath the hem of her hoodie and lifting it over her head. Her tank top follows. She’s still flushed from the cold, but her skin is warm beneath my hands, soft and perfect and mine.
I can’t stop kissing her.
Won’t.
Every inch of her I uncover, I press my lips to—her shoulder, her collarbone, the swell of her chest. She’s not just letting me. She’s pulling me in. Meeting me at every point with the same desperate energy that thrums through my veins.
For every item of clothing I remove, she practically tears one off me, until we’re both naked, chests heaving. I break away just long enough to fumble with the shower controls, flipping the hot water on full blast. Steam begins to fill the air around us, thick and heady. The moment the spray hits the tiles, I’m back on her, pulling her into the mist, and her laugh swallowed by my mouth.
We’re soaked in seconds. Her hair clings to her face. Water trickles down her skin in ways that make my pulse race. She’s gorgeous, like some mythical creature sculpted from heat and flame, and she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
“Finn,” she whispers, fingers tracing the lines of mychest.
“I’ve got you,” I breathe, slipping my hands around her waist and lifting her. Her legs wrap around me like it’s instinct.
The water beats down on my back as she kisses me again, slow and deep, before she pulls back just enough to murmur, “I know. I trust you.”
I shudder at the depth of her words. What they truly mean. How wholly undeserving I am of them, and yet I wrap them up and store them deep, something precious to be nurtured and cared for.
Time losses all sense of meaning as I stare straight into those hazel orbs. The water is hot enough to steam the mirrors and fog the tiles around us, but nothing burns hotter than her—wrapped around me, lips parted against mine, fingers clinging like she can’t get close enough.
I press her back against the unyielding wall, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh to keep her anchored to me. She’s soaked, slick skin against slick skin, her hair dripping down her back, plastered to her face in wild, messy strands.
And fuck, she’s beautiful like this.
Raw. Real. Unfiltered.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” I growl, lowering my mouth to her neck, dragging my lips down the column of her throat. “Every damn second. Every time you walked into a room. Every time you laughed. Every time you glared at me like you wanted to set me on fire.”
She gasps as my teeth graze her collarbone.
“Please, Finn,” she begs, eyes wild when they connect with mine. “I need you.”
I grab her wrists and lift them above her head, pinning them to the wall. She arches, pressing her chest to mine, her breath shuddering when our hips align. Her body writhes like she’s trying to crawl inside my skin—and if I could let her, I would.
Her head tips back when I kiss her again. Slow and deep. My tongue sweeps into her mouth like I’m staking a claim. She meets me with the same intensity, her fingers lacing through mine, squeezing tight.
I shift so I can pin both her wrists with one hand, sliding a palm down her arm, over her waist, to the swell of her hip. My thumb traces the lines of her ribs, memorizing every curve. Her breath hitches when I dip lower, my hand skating down the backs of her thighs, lifting her again so I can press her to the wall and feel every inch of her against me.
“Finn,” she whines, tightening her legs around my hips until I lift my face to hers. Staring back at me with so much need and lust and desire, she pleads, “Burn with me.”
Groaning, I notch myself at her entrance, and unable to deny either of us any longer, I slide all the way home. I eliminate all remaining space between us until the only thing that exists is skin and heat and every word we’re unable to say pouring out through every touch, every kiss, every shiver that rips through her when I move.
We don’t speak after that.
We just feel.
Water drums down my back, masking our gasps, our groans, the sharp intake of her breath when I kiss her like it’s the only thing tethering me to this earth.
