Page 56 of Only for the Moment
“Tease,” he growled.
Her pants were next. When she bent to remove her shoes before kicking her jeans away, she gave him a perfect view of how aroused she already was. He choked.
“Are you coming?” She pulled the glass door of the shower open.
“Is that really even a question?” They’d both come if he had any say about it, and since he was the Dom…
“You’re still dressed,” she pointed out,then disappeared inside.
A curse escaped. He began tearing at his clothes, but he couldn’t move fast enough. By the time he stepped inside, he was hard and dripping and pretty damn certain time wouldn’t be an issue after all.
And then he looked up.
“Holy fuck.”
Kennedy stood beneath the showerhead, water raining down her sleek skin, her arms stretched high to grasp the pipe where the showerheadattached to the wall. Closing the door behind him, he stood there for a moment, just looking, soaking in the sight of her. Her long legs. The curve of her hips that seemed made for his hands. The flat expanse of her belly, the perfect cushion for his aching cock. The height of the pipe forced her to reach, lifted her breasts as if offering them to him, a gift he couldn’t wait to devour.
And that’sexactly what she was, all of her. A gift.
“What do you think, sir?” she asked, that vixen glint he couldn’t get enough of in her eyes. “Will this do?”
He took the three steps toward her slowly, trying to clear his throat, to swallow down the surge of emotion he couldn’t quite control. But there was no controlling it. That was Kennedy’s lesson for him, the light she’d shed on his life. Sometimesthe worst—and the best—things were beyond a person’s control. And that was okay.
He stopped when their bodies brushed, tipped her chin up until those startling green eyes met his. “Kennedy.”
Worry stared back at him. She dropped her arms. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is this too much after this morning? I’m—”
Needing her as close as he could get, he lifted her into his arms. Her words cut off,her legs coming up to grip his waist, helping to steady them until her back met the tile wall. Their kiss scorched his senses, hotter than the drops raining down on their skin, sealing them together in a way that confirmed the single thought swirling in his head. The thought he needed to let out.
He broke away. “Ken.”
Her eyes were dazed, her mouth puffy from his kiss. Christ, he needed her.
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“What?”
He had to laugh. He’d never imagined that telling a woman he loved her could be a time for laughter, but with Kennedy it was. “I love you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know that.”
She bit her lip. Nodded, eyes wide.
Keeping one hand steady on her hip, he raised the other to dig into the red hair he loved so much. “Maybe that was too abrupt. I can do better.”
“Betterthan ‘I love you’?”
She seemed skeptical, which meant, of course, that he had to prove himself. Settling her carefully on her feet, he took a step back, gathered both her hands in his, and stared deep into her eyes. “Kennedy.”
“Yes,” she croaked.
He kept his smile inside this time. “I’ve spent five years trying to keep people at arms’ length, refusing to let them too deep inside where theycould hurt me. You…you could destroy me, but I don’t want to keep you out. I want you, all the way, so deep inside me that we’ll never find the ends of ourselves apart from each other. I love you.”
Kennedy choked on a cry. A tear trickled down her cheek. “What the hell, Isaac? That’s…”
He quirked a brow. “Good enough?”
She growled and lunged for him. This kiss was just as hot as the first,but deeper, stronger. Because he loved her. And he was never letting go.
