Page 92 of Pieces

Her hands lift to my shoulders, her grip steadying her as she exhales, her body relaxing under my touch. “Thank you.”

I straighten and brush a strand of hair from her face as I grin. “No, thankyou. For trusting me with all of you.”

I can’t wait any longer to kiss her again, trying to let her feel everything I don’t know how to say. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer, like she can’t stand even an inch between us. I guide her off the counter, my hands at her waist, the steam curling around us. The sound of the water fills the space, but it’s all background noise. None of it matters compared to her. The way she feels, the heat of her skin, the way she looks at me like I’m the only thing she’s thinking about.

I take a step back, my hands lingering on her hips before I force myself to let go. My chest heaves as I look at her, standing there in the dim, misty light, waiting for me to move, to close the space again. But I don’t, not yet. Instead, I reach for the hem of my shirt, dragging it over my head and letting it drop to the tiled floor.

As her gaze roams over me, I feel it like a physical touch. My skin burns under her attention, every inch of me hyperaware of the way she’s drinking me in. My hands move to the waistband of my pants. I hesitate for half a beat, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, but the hunger there spurs me on. I unbutton them, pushing them down over my hips. They fall to the floor, joining the shirt, and I step out of them, standing before her, completely bare.

Biting her lip, she doesn’t look away as she removes her leggings too.

I take her hand, leading her toward the shower, my pulse pounding with every step. We step under the spray together, the warm water cascading over us, but it might as well be cold for all the difference it makes. The fire between us is all-consuming, drowning out everything else. I cradle her face in my hands, kissing her again, deeper this time, as the water washes over us, our skin slick and heated.

I let my forehead rest against hers, my breathing rough and uneven. “You know,” I rasp. “If I had known you were a virgin that night, things would’ve been different.”

“H-how?”

“For one, I would’ve taken my time with you.” My hands slide down to grip her thighs, and I lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips. “Been more attentive.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I push her gently back against the cool tile. “Just…more for you.”

She gasps, arching into me, and that sound? I’ll never get enough of it.

Her head shakes. “That night was incredible. You did everything right.” But then her breath catches in her throat, and I sense hesitation.

“But?”

A small smile tugs at her lips. “But, hypothetically, what would you have done differently?”

I can’t stop the rumble that starts in my chest and moves into my throat. “Hypothetically?” I growl, my voice gravelly yet teasing. I nuzzle into the curve of her neck, letting my lips skim her skin just enough to feel the way she shivers in response. “If we’re talking hypotheticals, I’d have started slower. Made damn sure you knew how much I wanted you before I even touched you.”

She moans breathily, and it’s addictive hearing the noises I pull from her.

“I’d have taken my time kissing you everywhere, places you didn’t even know could feel that good.” My hands tighten on her thighs, and I lift her a little higher. Her legs squeeze around me, her center so close to my cock, and I let out a low groan. “I’d have whispered in your ear exactly what I was going to do to you, made you wait for it, made you crave it.”

Her head tilts slightly, and I can see the blush creeping up her neck, feel her pulse racing against me. “And when we got to the good part? I wouldn’t have rushed it, not for anything. I’d have taken my time making you fall apart over and over again, just to see that look on your face. Then when I sunk my cock inside you, there’s no denying that you’d be ready for me.”

Her mouth parts, waiting for me to kiss her, but I grin, brushing my lips over hers but not closing the gap entirely. “You’d be wrecked, princess. You wouldn’t have been able to think straight for days.”

As her eyes meet mine, wide and dark, I swear I could drown in them. “I couldn’t think straight. You already wrecked me.”

I pause, my fingers clutching the bare skin of her thighs, my lips still skimming hers. “I want you like this. Completely. No barriers. I’m clean. Can I?”

Her eyes flick up to mine, and I feel the tiniest shift in her body, but it’s not fear. She bites her lip, then nods. “Yes, I’m clean too. You know you’re the only one I’ve been with,” she whispers.

And fuck. Her words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. Knowing that I’m the only one who’s been inside of her? I’m a fucking mess.

I kiss her hard, urgency taking over as she melts into me. Gripping her tighter, I adjust her in my arms as I press forward, sinking into her slowly and fully. Bare. And Jesus, does she feel incredible.

Her head falls back against the tile with a soft cry, her body clenching around me, and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this. Like her. “Fuck, princess,” I groan, her name breaking from my lips as I start to move. Her nails dig into my skin, her body meeting mine in a rhythm that’s desperate and needy.

The water streams over us, heating the room, but it’s nothing compared to this feeling. Every gasp, every breathy moan, every whispered “Hudson” pulls me deeper, drives me harder. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her lips, unable to stop touching and tasting her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my fingers digging into her thighs, holding her steady as I drive into her. “So good.”

I press her harder against the tile, my movements rougher now, but I’m still aware that I don’t want to hurt her.

The control I’m barely holding on to slips with every second I get closer.

She dips her head, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “Don’t stop.”

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