Page 48 of Garrison's Creed

“Yes?”

She nodded, scared she’d given him a reason to stop.

Following the water’s path, his mouth crept across her, inching toward her sex. A kiss captured her breath as he molded his lips and tongue against her heat. A curse slipped from her lips. Cash lowered the width of his shoulders between her legs, relaxing into place, spreading her legs further apart.

Her legs flexed around him. He kissed until she moaned, eyes closed. Water misted around her. One of his fingers teased and tested her sweet spot. He found her willing and wanting, then eased forward, retreated back, and started his seductive torture again. She couldn’t catch her breath. She didn’t want to. This was the beginning of exquisite madness.

The strength and restraint he showed was as much an aphrodisiac as seeing the man so intent on her climax. She wanted to watch, but couldn’t. Her head drifted side to side, his name escaping on each gasp.

Teeth rasped over her. Cash’s fingers speared her as she pushed toward him. A thrilling build started. Feminine muscles tightened. The tight bud of nerves praised his loving attention. An internal, slow pulse started deep within her body, that she knew Cash would drive straight to an explosion.

He growled sweet words against her and thrust his fingers each time she rocked into him.

Nicola cried out as she unraveled, pushing for more and rocketing away almost as fast. An internal supernova— heat and energy—blasted from deep within. Her climax exploded from her core, vibrating to her hands that clung onto the granite and her toes that flexed against the tile floor.

A deep breath rolled into her lungs. She sighed, and he stilled, catching her with his sapphire stare. Watching him was bliss.

Cash leaned back, water rushing over him and framing his face. His smile looked like she felt.

“Hi.” It was the only thing her brain could manage.

He hitched a one-sided grin. “Hey.” He grabbed her purple shower poof and sudsed it up with foaming bubbles. “Give me a second.”

Whatever you say.

He’d smell like a flower and didn’t look like he cared. From shoulders to kneecaps, he covered himself up in bubbles. He snagged a handful of bubbles and put them on her nose.

“You’re adorable.”

No one had called her adorable in years. Warm, fuzzy compliments tended to evaporate in the wake of castrating looks. Funny, she didn’t mind it from him.

“Let me take you to bed.” He turned off the water and leaned over. “Wrap around me.”

Nicola bear-hugged his sturdy body, and they eased out of the shower. Cash grabbed a handful of towels, put one on the counter, and set her on it. He started with one foot, drying her. Methodical as he was tender, he worked up her leg to her shoulders, then back down to the other foot.

She was speechless.

No one had ever paid that much attention to her, and his face said this move was a first for him too. She kissed him a thank you and kissed him again because no moment had ever been sweeter.

He picked her off the counter and sent her world spinning counter-clockwise. Her blood rushed to life again at the sight of her bed. Sex with Cash had been spectacular before, and the anticipation of him holding her, being in her, made her stomach twist into a thousand excited knots.

Cash pulled back the covers, placed her under a sheet, and slipped in next to her, pulling the comforter over their heads. Cocooned away from the world, it was just her and him, and everything felt as it should.

“My sweet girl.” He’d left the lights on, and they could see each other under the bedding canopy. “Hope you know you’re not leaving this bed until sunup.”

“You’ve said worse things to—”

Knock, knock, knock.

She giggled like they’d been caught breaking a rule and whispered the obvious. “Someone’s at my door.”

His fingertip traced down her nose. “Do not engage the enemy.”

She giggled again.

Bam, bam, bam.

Both hands were over her mouth, losing the battle with an attack of the giggles. “Cash, we have to answer.”

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