Later, much later, dizzy and breathless, I couldn’t stop grinning. “My turn,” I decided.
I took my time exploring Rokan’s body, memorizing every dip and curve of muscle. He stood perfectly still under my ministrations, but I could feel the tension thrumming through him, see the way his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control.
As I washed his back, my fingers tracing the line of his spine, Rokan suddenly spun around, pinning me against the shower wall. His golden eyes blazed with desire, and I felt an answering heat coil low in my belly.
“This isn’t a game,” he rumbled, his jaw clenching.
I smirked, running a finger along his arm. “Then why do I feel like I’m winning?”
With a groan, Rokan captured my lips again, his kiss hungry and demanding. I responded with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. The cool tile at my back contrasted sharply with the heat of his body pressed against mine, and I reveled in the dual sensation.
As Rokan’s lips trailed down my neck, I tilted my head back, giving him better access. The water continued to pour over us, adding another layer of sensation to the experience.
“Rokan,” I gasped as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. “I love you.”
He pulled back slightly, and the vulnerability I saw in his eyes took my breath away. “And I love you, Arilee. More than I ever thought possible.”
At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that this was forever. The bond between us, both physical and emotional, was unbreakable. As Rokan’s lips met mine once more, I surrendered myself completely to the love and passion we shared, secure in the knowledge that I had found my true freedom in his arms.