Page 29 of Imagine Me and You

“What other choice is there?”

There was another choice. One he knew she wasn’t ready to address. One he was more than ready to take on.

If he said the L-word now, he would scare her away. But he could show her. He could make her fall in love with him before they got out of the damned woods.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her up against his body and kissed her. That was his answer. Because he wasn’t agreeing to her terms, not really. He had his own agenda. And he wasn’t about to give away his plans.

She didn’t seem to want to talk any more, though. She was kissing him back, and his whole body felt like it was on fire, the stream of the shower not nearly enough to stop the flames from burning through him. Consuming him.

She was so soft. So perfect. Everything he’d ever wanted. Everything he’d never known he wanted.

The woman he loved.

He groaned and pushed her back against the wall, deepening the kiss, cupping her full breasts in his hands, her skin slick, sexy. Tempting. He leaned forward and licked the water droplets running down between her breasts, lowered his hands and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, drinking in the moisture that had pooled on her body.

She shifted, opening herself up to him, and he reached down, gripping her thigh and tugging it up over his hip, testing the entrance of her body with the head of his erection.

He slid deep inside of her, his breath exiting in a gust, curling around his throat and pressing against his windpipe, making breathing an impossibility. But it was okay; he didn’t need to breathe. He just needed her.

The feel of her, hot and wet, tight around him, the water hot on his back, her breasts crushed against his chest. It was too much, but it was perfect.

She gripped his ass and pulled him forward, burying him deeper inside her body. She had her eyes closed, her head back against the wall, her brows locked together, her lips parted slightly.

He leaned in and kissed her because in his mind, parting her lips just like that was an invitation to taste her. An invitation she’d made subconsciously for years, one he’d denied because he didn’t want to ruin their friendship.

But he wasn’t denying it anymore. Never again.

He slid his tongue over her lush bottom lip, taking in her flavor, her texture. Like a crushed rose petal dipped in sugar. Sweet, velvet perfection.

He moved his hands over her curves, the water easing his way. Full breasts, slim waist, rounded hips. A fantasy. But no matter how those curves changed and reshaped over the years, they would still be a fantasy. They would always be his fantasy.

She would always be his fantasy.

He was lost then, in her body, in her sighs, in her nails digging into his back. He wrenched his mouth from hers and pressed his face to her neck. His orgasm rushed up over him, blinding him, making him feel like he was losing his grip. On his surroundings, on the world. So all he could do was cling to Sam.

She dug her nails deeper into his back, the pain a sharp spike of reality amid the pleasure, helping him stay standing as he emptied himself into her body, his thighs shaking, his whole body shaking.

It wasn’t until he came back to himself that he realized he was biting her neck. Not hard. Just a little. But still. He moved away from her, examining the little mark he’d left there.

He brushed the back of his knuckle over the indents, regret slugging him in the gut. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her over her delicate, marred skin.

“Mmm.” She tilted her head and kissed his cheek. “Don’t apologize.”

“I hurt you,” he said, lifting his head and looking into her eyes.

“A little. But it was the fun kind. And no guy has ever gotten so into it with me before. You make me feel...different.” She smiled, sweet and sleepy. “And the orgasms are pretty rad too.”

“Rad?”

“Yeah.” Her smile widened. “Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” Hell, he was just glad he was in a position to give her orgasms. He wasn’t going to argue with her choice of outdated nineties slang when expressing her enjoyment of them.

“Good.” She smacked his butt and wiggled out of his hold as she stepped out of the shower.

He turned the water off and followed her out into the cold air. She was drying off and it should not be as hot as it was. He was sure he’d seen women dry off after a shower. He was sure he’d had sex in the shower before.

He just couldn’t remember very clearly. Not because there had been so many or anything, just because...every other woman seemed indistinct in his memory now. Every other time seemed indistinct. Samantha was the definition of sexy to him. His life’s sexiest moments were now made up of encounters that had happened with her, and all in the past couple of days.

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