Page 128 of Changing Rules

Eyes locked on hers, I take a step closer. “Take off your clothes.”

She sucks in a breath, her lips parting. My dick grows hard, but I stay put, unmoving.

To my utter fucking delight, she tugs off her sports bra, pulls down her leggings, takes off her sneakers and tosses everything to the floor outside the shower, all without looking away from me. I zero in on her full tits first, her pebbled nipples. Then I continue my perusal, memorizing every inch of her flat stomach, her round hips, her long, tan legs.

I can worship every inch of her body, and it still won’t be enough. I’ll always want more of her.

I shuck off my clothes and shoes, adding them to the pile on the floor before I turn on the water. Once steam drifts around us, I grip her waist and pull her against my chest. I honestly lose sight of all rational thought when she’s around.

“The water is too hot,” she whispers against my neck.

“Because I’m hot,” I tease her.

“You’re horny.” She pulls back and splays a hand over my chest. Then, with a seductive smile on her luscious lips, she slides it down to my shaft. “You’re so, so horny.”

Groaning, I fist her hair and tilt her head back. “Of course I am. I’ve waited a year for this. I haven’t been with anyone since you left.”

She blinks, a little O on her lips.

I cup the back of her head and duck so we’re eye to eye. “You are the only girl I want, Bella. You’ve ruined me for everyone else, and I don’t fucking regret it. It will always be you.” I lick my lips. “Have you been with anyone else?”

“No.”

She rises onto her tiptoes and molds her mouth to mine, kissing me hard and fast. It’s addictive and full of passion.

I give all of myself to her. Fingers tangled in her hair, I deepen the kiss, my tongue curling around hers.

Moaning against my lips, she strokes my dick. At the tip, she squeezes hard, then slides her hand down my shaft and starts over. I move my hips, matching her rough jerks, my breaths rough, shaky. Even a simple hand job feels like fucking heaven because it’sherhand wrapped around my dick. Every time with her is better than the last. Exciting, alluring, passionate.

Especially after a year apart.

“Stop,” I growl, gripping her wrist. In one quick move, I spin her around and clutch her hips, my fingers digging into her flushed skin. “Bend over.”

She eagerly obeys, tipping at the waist and pressing her palms to the wall. With my crown at her entrance, I grab her shoulder and lean over, sinking my teeth into her flesh.

She moans, bucking her hips in a way that almost makes my cock slip inside her.

Almost.

I drag my hand along her shoulder blade and down her spine, only stopping at her lower back. I push down, making her arch further. Then I thrust my hips, seating myself to the hilt.

She tips her head back on a moan.

Fuck. She’s so warm, so tight, so welcoming.

I set a rhythm, keeping my pace slow and steady, relishing the way her channel beckons me deeper as I slide my hand around her hip and find her clit.

“Xander,” she moans, dropping her head between her shoulders. “More.”

Warmth courses through my body, setting my skin aflame. My heart hammers inside my chest as I work her clit and pound into her, giving her more, just like she asked.

She moans louder, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“Fuck,” I groan as her walls contract. “Baby, you feel so good around my cock.”

“I’m so close,” she whispers, the sound barely audible over the water pounding against the floor.

I yank her hips back, teeth gritted. My cock trembles inside her, and my balls draw tight.

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