Page 79 of An Endless Memory

He arched a dark brow, his gaze leisurely dropping down my concealed body and roaming back up. The curtain wasn’t opaque. “You don’t have to hide yourself, Lily pad. I promise that what I can see is even better than I imagined.”

Beads of sweat broke out on my brow. The bathroom was suddenly way smaller than it’d ever been. He was here. He’d driven on roads that probably shouldn’t have had a vehicle on them, and he’d come to see me.

My pulse kicked up, and I looked my fill of the rugged man in my bathroom. “You’re overdressed.”

The corner of his mouth kicked up, and he reached behind his head to yank his sweatshirt off. That magnificent chest of his was on display. His pecs rippled as he hung the shirt up on the towel rack. His boots were already off, but he didn’t yank down his jeans. He stuck his hand in a pocket and withdrew several condoms.

“That’s a lot.” Did he plan to use them all this weekend? A shiver traveled over my skin.

“I’ve got more.” He flicked open the fly of his pants and shoved his jeans down.

I clutched the shower curtain closer to me. Oh my. A scattering of hair trailed down his stomach, farther down to… Wow. The last time we did anything, it’d been dark. Now, the light in the bathroom only acted like a spotlight. He was definitely better than my imagination. I hadn’t pictured this, and I’d even seen him without a shirt before. He was long and thick and so damn hard I ached. I wanted that inside me.

“Keep staring like that and I’m going to think you want to taste it again.”

“I do.” Having him at my mercy, with nothing but my hands and mouth, was a powerful feeling.

“Nah, Lily. It’s my turn.” He prowled toward me and stepped into the tub.

I looked up at him. The water was hitting against my back, and droplets were getting tossed around. Many landed on him.

“Hey,” he said, like I’d just answered the front door to him.

“Hey. You made it.”

“The roads were shit. I had to take a longer route. Sorry I missed your messages.”

My hands twitched. He was too close, and we were both naked. I had to touch him. I flattened my palms on his chest. “You shouldn’t have risked it.”

He ran a thumb along my lower lip. “It was worth it.” He lowered his head and his mouth was on mine. I opened automatically for him, and when he thrust his warm tongue inside, I groaned.

He gripped my upper arms and carefully turned me until my back was against the far wall. The shower curtain closed us in. This was our own private cove. When he broke the kiss, he reached behind him and flipped the water off. Without the noise, I could hear my needy breaths.

His focus turned back to me. Normally, I’d want to shrink, to hide, but the desire in his eyes went straight to my head. A flush spread down my body.

He traced the path of a water droplet with a finger. “This time, I’m going to find out for myself how wet you are.”

Every night he called, he asked me. And every night, I answered. But he was here. In the bare flesh.

He kissed me again, but he didn’t linger. He worked his way down my neck. Down to my pebbled nipples. The cadence of his kisses matched the thrum between my legs. He continued down, lowering himself to his knees.

My breathing was unsteady. Self-consciousness was setting in. Had I shaved well enough? Were my stretch marks a complete turnoff? Would he lose interest?

But he gripped the insides of my thighs and gently eased my legs wider.

“You’re fucking glistening.” His hot breath wafted over my damp skin. A shiver racked me, but I wasn’t cold. “So damn wet.”

He placed a kiss on the inside of one thigh. I was ready for him to dive in. We didn’t waste a lot of time on the phone. Once we were done catching up about our day, we got to business.

He placed a kiss on the other thigh.

“Eliot,” I groaned. I would start trembling and lose my footing. My arousal, my anticipation—I wasn’t going to survive it.

“I’ll give you what you need.” He ran a finger down my pussy, delving into my seam.

My knees turned rubbery, but I fought to stay in place. I would not ruin this moment by falling on my ass. I needed to be steadied, so I fisted my hands into the damp strands of his hair.

He held my gaze and pushed his finger inside. My legs trembled, and he scooted closer until I had to lift a leg to drape on his big shoulder.

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