“I don’t want an invitation to step under the shower. I want an invitation to be inside you.”

She shudders at my words, but she still doesn’t back down. “I’m not inviting you in here to have sex.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to be seduced. I want you to adore every inch of my body. I don’t care if it’s only for today, but I need to be as special to you as you’re going to be to me. I want to be the first woman you make love to, not just fuck.”

William

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

There’ssomething in the way she looks at me that I’ll never be able to forget.

I see in Taylor a reflection of myself—like how I feel about us. She, too, resists admitting how much she wants me.

But I’m tired of fighting it. After weeks trying to keep my distance and push her out of my life, she’s already gotten under my skin. If I don’t have her, I’ll be haunted by this ravenous, unquenched hunger forever.

I’m completely naked now, and the way she doesn’t even bother hiding her desire for my body makes my cock grow even harder.

Yes, maybe she hasn’t been with many men, but something tells me Taylor will be an attentive student. In no time, she’ll be mistress of her own pleasure, demanding what she likes.

“You never said you agree to my terms,” she says breathlessly, taking a step back as I step into the shower.

The space is huge—it could easily fit eight people at once—and seeing her retreat, even though I’m certain the lust between us is mutual, almost makes me smile at her stubbornness. It seems my fate is to hunt her, no matter where we are.

There’s something primitive and senseless whispering it’ll always be this way—and I’m fine with that. I’ve never needed to chase a woman, but I’ve never felt so territorial about anyone, either.

I move forward, and she stares at me with those beautiful wide eyes. Once we’re only inches apart, I lower my face, though she still has to look up to meet my gaze. I feel as though I’m about to defile something sacred, even though there’s something profane in her, too. Taylor is an angel, but she’s also a sensual demon.

“I accept your terms, provided you understand there are no feelings involved between us,” I say, making myself clarify that what’s about to happen is purely physical.

That seems to irritate her. “I’ll never have feelings for you. Only desire. I don’t even like you.”

Defiant, she turns her back on me, stepping under the water again, as if my presence—naked and aroused behind her—means nothing at all.

I brush her hair aside, exposing her neck. I press my mouth to that curve, a spot I’ve noticed is one of her weaknesses. I let my tongue glide over the wet skin right where I can feel a pulsing vein, while sliding my hand down her taut abdomen toward her pussy. My other hand finds a hardened nipple, assaulting her simultaneously everywhere.

Her delicious body falls back against me, and her round ass grinds against my cock in an unintentional tease.

The first contact of my fingers between her warm, silky folds makes me groan against her ear.

I reach out and shut off the shower, turning her to face me. Then I press her back against the shower wall.

Taylor’s eyes are pure fire, and even messy and wet like this, she still leaves me breathless with her beauty.

I drop to my knees and lift one of her thighs over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to be cherished, Taylor. We’ve got a deal, then. There won’t be a single inch of you I don’t taste, not a single part of you I don’t memorize.”

I part her sex with my thumbs and lean in, inhaling that sweet, feminine scent. I lick her sensitive flesh, and she cries out, bracing herself on my shoulders.

When I look up, her eyelids are heavy with lust, watching me eat her slowly, letting her get used to it, gently sliding one finger into her core.

I suck on her clit, hard, and she digs her nails into my shoulders while her other leg lifts in an attempt to ride my face.

I get lost in the softness of her pussy, devouring her greedily and insistently. I drown in the honey dripping from her sex, my own shaft leaking pre-cum.