Page 152 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Get in,” he instructs, gesturing to the shower with his chin. He barely gives me a chance to comply before he’s following in after me and squeezing me into a tight corner of the tiled shower.

He doesn’t even flinch at the temperature of the water, so hyperfocused on me that I feel the depth of his gaze in my bones.

He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth before requesting access. I open up for him, inching closer until my breasts are flush with his chest, and his cock is rubbing against my stomach.

He parts from me a few minutes later, reaching for the bodywash on the shower caddy and flipping it over, gathering the soap in his palm.

He rubs his hands together and covers my arms in soap before focusing on my breasts.

A moan escapes me as he washes me slowly, flicking my nipples with his thumb as he runs his fingers up my chest. He touches me everywhere except where I want him, discovering the curves of my body and taking his sweet time doing it.

Once he’s done, he grabs the detachable showerhead and rinses the soap off me. I push to my tiptoes as soon as he’s put the showerhead back into place and take his lips with mine. He sucks in a sharp breath at my initiative, kissing me back instantly.

Our tongues are in a frenzy by the time I garner the courage to grab his cock. Kane ends the kiss right away, jerking his hips and pushing his cock farther into my hand without realizing it.

“Shit.” A sigh hisses between his lips when I tighten my hold around him. “Don’t fucking start something you can’t finish.”

I attempt to jerk him off, but it’s an epic failure, seeing as he’s giving me no space, still cornering me. It’s as though he needs to be as close to me as humanly possible, and I can barely lift my arm in this position, let alone give a good hand job.

Crazy thing is, looking at him now, you’d think he’s about to come in my hand, the muscles in his jaw flexing every time I squeeze my fingers around him.

I slip away from him, and his eyes widen in shock, watching as I lower myself to the shower floor and grab his cock again.

His hand dives into my red hair. “Fuck, just… look at you. You’re a fucking dream.”

Shaking on the inside, I circle his cock with my hand and move forward until his tip is inches from my face.

I scan his features, taking in his reaction as I swipe my tongue over the head of his cock.

He twists my hair around his fist. “Fuck, Hadley… Don’t look at me like that unless you want me to go fucking feral on your mouth.”

I keep my gaze firmly on him, hovering near his cock but never touching it.

That’s when he snaps.

“Open.” He uses his grip on my hair to jerk my head closer, and I let out a small gasp. The next thing I know, he’s driving his length past my lips and filling my mouth to the brim.

My first instinct is to pull back, but he doesn’t let me, holding me in place.

“Fuuck.” He groans, burying himself deep in my throat.

I can’t explain what he does to me. All I know is the look on his face flips a switch inside me. I’ve never been more turned on in my life, and the fact that it took him taking charge and shoving his dick inside my mouth scares me.

Desire pricks at my skin, and I try to take him deeper, gagging when I do. I look up just in time to see his eyes soften.

“Relax your jaw.” He runs his fingers up and down my jawline.

I can’t seem to do it.

“Hadley, relax that pretty mouth for me.”

My eyes are starting to water, and he doesn’t seem to like it.

He’s just so damn big there’s no way I can put all of him in my mouth.

He rubs my cheek with his thumb, what sounds like a mixture of affection and doubt lacing his tone. “Hey, it’s okay. We should stop if—”

He’s cut off by both of my hands enclosing his cock.

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