Page 106 of When Sky Breaks

“You sure got a big bathtub here.”

“Is that an invitation, Shortcake?” I cross my arms and try to ignore the press of my dick against the front of my sweats.

“A thinly veiled demand. Take off your clothes.” Her voice is full of smoke.

Goddamn.

She was gorgeous at eighteen. She’s fucking sexy as hell at twenty-three. The rules are different now.

She shifts and exposes her breasts again, along with a tiny peek of her apple tattoo spanning her ribcage. Those slippery things bob and I clench my fists before I dive into that damn bathtub. The sound I utter makes her grin.

“Are you sure? There’s no going back if I join you in that bathtub. I won’t be able to hold back. It’s you and me forever after this.”

She turns the water off and leans against the back of the tub. Her toes, manicured in pink polish, peek out of the bubbles as she rests them on the edge. “You and me forever, huh? It feels right when you say it like that.”

In one motion, I peel my shirt off and toss it to the ground before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats, my cock pressing insistently through the fabric.

Before I go further, I hesitate, flicking my eyes to hers. She’s not watching my hands—her baby blues are on my face.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nothing, everything is perfect. I just. I have to tell you something.”

Her nod is small, and I swallow the jagged lump in my throat. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Her brows raise before they soften. “Me either.”

“You mean you never…?”

She lifts her head and shakes it, shifting to the side of the tub where I stand, my back as rigid as my cock. “No. I couldn’t. Not with him, not with anyone.”

Suddenly, I’m as shy as the virgin I was when we were younger.

Sky reaches out, and with a slight, shaky bob of my head, I help her peel down my sweats until they’re pooled at my feet.

I’m naked, hard as stone, and aching to connect with her on this level again. It’s been five years of intense longing and enormous regrets. I’m ready to wash it all away.

“Come here. Let me take care of you,” she says, her voice husky with need.

“I think that’s my job,” I rasp as she pulls me forward by my hand, looking me up and down with fire in her eyes.

“Not this time.”

On trembling legs, I climb in and she makes me turn until I’m clutching the edge of the tub while on my knees, the porcelain slipping beneath my slick palms. Her fingers dance up my spine, and I bow on instinct when they reach my hair, teasing my strands.

Her nipples graze my back, and I stifle another groan as she folds herself around me, the warm water lapping just under my hips.

Droplets drip from her fingers to my shoulder as she grips my chin and pulls my head to the side. “Trust me?”

My nod is instant and eager.

She smiles, her eyes glittering, and whispers, “Then close your eyes and don’t let go of the tub.”

Breaths ragged, I shut my eyes as her wet hair tickles my cheek. Her lips meet mine in a slow kiss and her hand leaves my chin. It sweeps around my chest, dragging down my stomach, her nails scoring shallow trails along my skin. Bubbles pop and fizz, but nothing makes me feel more alive than her hands on my body. Her tongue presses into my mouth just as her fingertips graze the tip of my cock, and I buck, gripping the edge of the tub until my knuckles are surely white. She holds all the power as she deepens the kiss and encases me with her fist. An unholy whimper desperately escapes my throat.

“I got you,” she whispers, and I chase those words, delving my tongue in her mouth with heady licks as she strokes me from base to tip, her other hand threading tightly through my hair.

“Fucking hell, this feels good.” I pant as she squeezes and rolls her thumb over the head, my chest heaving and fingers aching with the need to touch her.

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