Page 82 of Fast Justice

His words melted her insides. She sought his mouth once more, got lost in the feel and taste of him, letting time drift while they stroked and caressed each other, gliding soap over sensitive skin, shivered when those strong fingers massaged shampoo into her hair and rubbed over her scalp.

By the time he’d cleaned her and set her down on the built-in bench along the back wall she felt drugged with arousal, a languid, syrupy warmth rather than the blazing fire of before, yet every bit as intense.

She flexed into his hold, rubbing her achy breasts along his slick chest, telling him without words that she needed more than tenderness right now. Malcolm’s eyes darkened and he cupped both mounds in his large hands, bending to tease the hard centers with his lips and tongue.

Pleasure streaked through her, arching her spine, her hands holding his head close. Demanding more. Offering everything she was to him: heart, body and soul, nothing held back. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, this level of vulnerability with another human being completely new, thrilling and frightening at the same time.

“I got you, sweetness,” he murmured against her hot flesh, one hand sliding down to curl around her hip in a possessive grip. He tugged her forward a little, his palm pressing at the small of her back as he sank to his knees before her and used his other hand to ease her knees apart. “Remember what I said I would do to you next time?” he asked against her stomach.

The next time I get you naked, I’m gonna take my time and kiss you everywhere. Especially here, he’d said, rocking his erection between her thighs.Until you melt all over my tongue.

Her muscles tensedonce, a quiver rippling through her, turning the melting heat between her thighs into a liquid pool of need. “I remember,” she whispered back, running her hand over the back of his head, watching his every move as he made good on his vow.

His lips worshipped her naked skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her face, neck, breasts. Her shoulders. Breasts again, then her ribs, belly, and the tops of her thighs. He kissed every mark and bruise, kissed every bit of her he could reach, ending with the soles of her feet before slowly working his way back up the inside of one leg.

Rowan bit her lip and waited, dying a little, the pulse of arousal between her thighs overtaking everything else.

Settling his hands on her inner thighs to keep them apart, he lowered his face and nuzzled the soft, flushed folds there. She tightened her hold on his head and moaned a little, arching her hips to press against his hot mouth.

His lips were so incredibly soft, the stroke of his tongue over her clit making her shudder. She widened her thighs and gasped out his name, her head falling back, each soft swirl of his tongue sending her closer to the edge.

He didn’t rush her, took his time licking and caressing, building the pleasure before sinking into her core. Tasting the arousal he’d created before coming back to give her swollen clit more of that same loving attention.

“Malcolm,” she groaned, shuddering. It didn’t take long before she was panting, eyes closed, lost to the rising tide of sensation, craving the release that glowed just on the edge of the horizon.

Then he stopped.

Her eyes popped open in shock. “No, I’m—”

“Gonna make you come while I’m inside you,” he said in a dark, possessive voice that shot another thrill through her, and hauled her upright, setting her on her feet before turning her to face the wall.

She planted her palms flat against the wet tile and looked over her shoulder at him, waiting. Water sluiced over his beautiful brown skin, his erection standing thick and proud from his body as he rolled a condom down his length.

Settling behind her, he pulled her hips back, arching her spine so he could ease his cock into position, a hot, heavy brand against her super-sensitive flesh. She moaned and dropped her forehead against the wall when he slid it along her folds, the slick caress against her clit sizzling along her nerve endings, and yet not nearly enough.

“I love the way you wrap around me when I slide inside,” he whispered against her neck as he did just that, pushing the thick, hard head of his cock into her.

Rowan hummed in her throat and pushed back to meet him, but he stilled her with a solid grip on her hip. Once she obeyed he slid that same hand up to cradle her breast, his thumb and forefinger playing with the nipple, and reached his other hand up and to the right.

A moment later a stream of warm sluiced over her thighs. It moved up her folds to stimulate her swollen nub.

Her whimper turned into a throaty moan as he hit just the right spot.

“Right there?” he whispered, nipping gently at her skin.

She could only nod and brace herself against the wall, unable to form a single coherent thought, much less a word.

“Oh, sweetness, you have no idea how goddamn good you feel,” he ground out, and flexed his hips, burying his cock inside her.

Rowan mewled and fought to hold still, needing the stream of water exactly where it was but dying for more of the internal friction he gave her. “Oh God, just fuck me,” she gasped out, unable to help herself.

Malcolm let out a low, erotic growl and eased back to thrust forward once more. Slow, steady strokes that hit her inner sweet spot while the warm water caressed her clit and he teased her sensitive nipple. Her body tightened, gathered in on itself, preparing for the coming explosion. She gave herself to it, crying out her pleasure, writhing in his arms.

He released her breast and put the shower head back in place, both muscled arms coming around her to cradle her to him, careful of her tender ribs, and thrust deeper. Rougher, his teeth scraping along the tender skin where her neck and shoulder joined.

Rowan reached one hand back to grasp the back of his head and braced herself with her free arm, reveling in his need for her. His arms held her fiercely, a strangled roar coming from him when he buried himself deep and started coming.

Slowly they both relaxed, Rowan leaning both forearms against the wall as their panting breaths mingled with the rush of the water.

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