Page 20 of Naughty Secrets

Chapter Thirteen

SAM

“Were you always like this?” Natalie follows me into the shower after I break off our kiss, concerned that holding her so close was wreaking havoc with my self-control.

“Like what?” I turn on the water and adjust the temperature to something less than the heat coursing through my veins.

“Bossy.”

I squeeze some shower gel into my palm. “If I remember correctly, you like bossy, but only in the bedroom.”

“We’re in the shower; not the bedroom.” She lets out a soft sigh as I massage the soap into her shoulders.

“I don’t think it’s the location that matters.” I rub the soap lower, cupping and squeezing her breasts until her nipples harden into peaks beneath the rivulets of water, learning her body all over again. “It’s about sex.” I slide one hand down over her stomach and stroke through her folds. She is wet and slick, and my cock hardens in response.

She moans and leans back against the wall. “I missed this.”

“I missed you.” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to spin her around, push her up against the glass and take her hard and fast from behind. “I’ve been slowly dying inside seeing you every day, but not touching you; speaking but not talking.”

“It’s lonelier being beside the person you love and thinking they don’t love you back.”

“I never stopped loving you,” I assure her. “Not for a second.” I shove my hands into her wet hair and tilt her head back so I can fully take her mouth, tasting her passion and her hunger.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her warm soapy body against my chest.

A groan vibrates through me, and I fall into the lush sensuality of our kiss. “God, when I saw you in the bar with him . . .”

“Let’s not talk about him anymore.” A sly smile spreads across her face, and she slides her hand between us. “I know just how to shut down that analytical brain of yours.”

“Natalie . . .” My head falls back, and I groan when she wraps her hand around my cock. She knows just how hard to squeeze, where to apply pressure, and when to pump. I grind into her soap-slick palm, thrusting hard as her fingers curl around my thick shaft. After so long, with Natalie naked in the shower with me, the pleasure is almost unbearable, and I can feel my climax building deep in my groin.

“You like that?” she asks.

“God, I forgot how hot you make me.”

I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, my breathing ripping out of me in harsh gasps. Crushing her to my chest, I lift her off the floor and back her up against the wall. Water streams over us, every drop a sensual caress on my skin, washing the pain of our past away.

Natalie wraps her legs around me and arches her hips, rubbing her pussy over the hard length of my cock. “I love you, Sam.”

I wrap my arms tight around her, savor the words I haven’t heard in far too long. “Let me make love to you and show you how I feel.”

“Make love to me later.” She links her fingers behind my neck and rocks her hips against me, her lush breasts sliding over my chest, the lips of her sex pressed tight against my shaft. “Fuck me now.”

“Tempting.” I release her and drop to my knees on the hard, tile floor.

“But tonight I’m going to love you even if it kills us both.”

“Sam.” She licks her lips, trembles in anticipation when I press a kiss to the soft down between her legs as water streams over us.

“It’s been a long time since I tasted you.” I lift her leg over my shoulder and nuzzle the soft skin of her inner thigh.

“You don’t have to—”

I cut her off with a lick, slicking my tongue between her labia and up over her clit. Her taste is so familiar. Divine.

She gasps and her hands fist my hair, pulling me forward.

“Seems that I do.” I spread her labia with my thumbs, massaging the outer lips as I tease her with my tongue, giving her the barest hint of what she wants with a light flick over her clit, but never enough to set her off.

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