Page 39 of Entangled By You
Her hand caressed my thigh the entire drive back. Leaving teasing touches ghosting against the straining outline of my cock—only making the situation worse.
She’ll pay for that.
The front door slams shut behind our hurried footsteps. I reach for her and somehow—six months pregnant and usually unable to move gracefully—she spins out of my reach just in time.
“Come here, Princess.” I stalk closer to her, but she takes off at full speed.
Her melodic laughter filters through the room. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
The carefree look she throws me over her shoulder before she disappears into her room halts my progress. It’s breathtaking. She’s breathtaking. I haven’t seen the light dance in hereyes like that for months. I guess tonightisexactly what she needed.
She knew better than to lock me out, leaving the door cracked just enough to let the light shine through. When I shove it open, the wood bounces against the sheetrock, nearly puncturing a hole.
She’s not here. Her bed’s empty. The closet’s pitch black. When my eyes scan the space, landing on the bathroom door, the water starts beyond it.
Shucking off my cut, I quickly fold it and drop it on the top of her dresser before going to get my girl.
Steam billows from the glass box enclosing her body. The water falls rhythmically, cutting out every few seconds as she moves. The blur of her pale skin and long blonde hair should be an impressionist painting hanging in a museum.
Walking to the edge, where she’s left the door wide open, I pull up against the wall, propping my boot up to watch.
Her head’s thrown back; water cascades across every beautifully swollen curve I can’t wait to get my hands on. I’m too busy taking her in, I don’t see her gaze drop to mine, until her words pull my attention.
“Pierce,” she says seductively.
“Lexi,” I mock, knowing that stalling across the room is not what she had in mind when she came rushing in here.
Her eyes narrow, her hands falling to her hips. “Are you just going to stand out there watching me? Or are you going to come join?”
“I’m enjoying the view. If you didn’t want me to watch the show, you shouldn’t have made it so damn hard to look away.”
“This is an interactive experience, Pierce. Come play.”
The little minx tweaks her hard nipples, and my control snaps.
“What are you doing!” she squeals when my arms wrap around her, pulling her naked body into mine.
“You said come play, and baby, I plan to do exactly that.”
Her hands slap at my soaked T-shirt. My jeans get heavier the longer we stand under the spray.
“I expected you to strip down first, you psycho. Who gets in the shower fully dressed?”
“A man who can’t wait another second to have the tantalizing goddess before him in his arms.”
That second-trimester resurgence of a sex drive I read about must have hit her full force, the way she attacks me. Her lips slam into mine with a feral force that sends me stumbling back a step.
I’m here for it.
I let her take everything she wants, enjoying the revelation that I finally have her back. This is it, the moment I demanded of her. The one that my brain needed before my heart would finally drop the drawbridge and let her back in.
She pulls back, sucking in oxygen as if she’d forgotten about it before this second.
“Fuckkk, Princess. I need to taste you.”
I don’t hesitate, spinning her around and pushing her gently to the stone bench. My knees hit the hard shower floor, my arms wrapping around her thighs, pulling her legs wide to settle on my shoulders.
“Pierce, please,” she whines.
