Her hands go to my hair, and I’m tempted to change my plans, to let her keep her hands free, pulling on my hair as she fucks my face. As appealing as that sounds, I remember the look in her eyes when I told her I wanted her bound as I tasted her. Carefully lifting her hands over her head, I hook the tie onto the showerhead.

The position keeps her face just behind the spray, and when she lifts her eyes to mine, there’s so much heat and lust there it nearly stops my heart.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time. But you were off-limits.” The confession makes me feel oddly vulnerable, but I love the way she reacts. Her lips part and she draws in a surprised little gasp of air.

“I’ve been legal for a long time.”

“But Max claimed you first.”

“Claimed me? I was never his. He didn’t own me.”

I merely arch a brow. “But he wanted you, and the feeling wasn’t one-sided.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about Max right now.”

“Good.” I cup her face in my hands and press my mouth to hers. I know she’s here for the wicked and dirty things I whispered in her ear at the wedding, but I want more than that. I kiss her hard, rubbing my tongue against hers as my hands find her hips and squeeze her ass. When we’re both breathless and our hips are rolling of their own volition, I start down her body, kissing and sucking my way from her neck to her breasts. She rocks into my mouth, and I scrape my teeth over her nipple. Her cry echoes in the shower stall, and I move to the plump curve of her breast, sucking her hard into my mouth—marking her.

By the time I get to her navel, I’m on my knees, right where I planned to be. I run soft kisses across her stomach. Lower. Inching closer to her bare, swollen sex.

I trace my finger down the center of her sex, and the whimper that slips from her lips sends blood rushing to my cock.

As I graze my teeth over each hipbone, I lift her legs one at a time and position them on my shoulders. She gasps, but I squeeze her ass and hold her close, her pussy nestled against my face. Then, slowly, I taste her. I start with her clit, licking it before sucking the swollen flesh between my lips. She cries out and her ass flexes, her thighs tightening around my head. I suck a little harder, and she rocks toward my face, but then catches herself and stills.

I pull away and look up at her through the water. She’s so fucking beautiful from this position. Arms tied above her head, breasts thrust out, and—sexiest of all—her gaze locked on every move I’m making between her thighs.

“Don’t hold back,” I command. “I want you to ride the pleasure. Fuck my face until it feels so good, I get to taste you as you come.” I punctuate my command with my tongue at her entrance, sliding into her, tasting her, filling her. And she obeys. As I kiss and explore every inch of her, her hips rock. I find the sensitive spot at the top of her inner thigh, and gently nip her flesh. And through every second of it, I hold her tight, squeezing her ass and pressing her closer to my mouth, like her pleasure is salvation and I’m a lost and broken soul.

When she comes, it’s spectacular. She comes with her whole body, all of her muscles clenching and squeezing until everything releases and she’s whimpering in the aftermath, and I feel like a fucking god.

Slowly, I lower her feet to the floor, one at a time, and stand to release her arms. I’m surprised to find my own legs shaking—not from exertion but weak with need. When I untie her wrists, she takes my face in her hands and kisses me as hard as I kissed her earlier.

“I love that you’re not afraid to taste yourself on me,” I whisper against her lips, the water pouring down my back.

She smiles. “Anyone ever tell you how good you are at that?”

“At what?”

The pink in her cheeks deepens a little. “That.”

I grunt. “I never would have guessed you’d be shy about saying the words.”

She drops her gaze to her body. “I’m feeling a little naked and exposed here, that’s all.”

“Hmm. Well, I hope you’re not counting on changing that anytime soon.”

Something flashes in her eyes, and the only promise I make is in my grin. I turn off the shower and grab the towels to dry us off.

* * *

Liz

He dries me slowly, and almost everywhere the towel touches, he follows with his mouth. When he reaches my wrists, I’m surprised to have him release them. As hungry as I’ve been to touch him, I’m almost disappointed to be freed. I didn’t want that part of the fantasy to end.

The second I relax my arms, my shoulders scream in protest. I didn’t realize how sore they were from being pinned back until he released them.

“You okay?” He wraps the towel around me and rubs my shoulders with strong, sure fingers, and the tension releases. His mouth follows his fingers as he trails soft kisses across my shoulders.

“I’m fine.” I force a smile, but it’s hard to act carefree when something inside you is melting. I wasn’t prepared for melting. For falling. I invited him here for hot, dirty sex. He made his terms clear, didn’t he? I won’t be that girl who up and changes the rules. “Come on, let me show you to my bedroom.”

His eyes flash in approval as I take his hand, leading him down the short hallway to my room.

Sam looks around slowly, then cocks a brow at me. “It’s . . . pink.”

I grin, kick the door closed, and drop my towel. “I like pink.”