Page 56 of A Way Out
His gaze tracked her fingers as they nimbly moved lower and lower, until her dress fell off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, revealing the flesh-colored bra and lack of panties she intended to wear under her maid of honor dress.
His eyes flared. His mouth fell open. And then he very deliberately strode into the bathroom until he stood directly behind her, looking at her in the mirror.
Her breath hitched.
Without breaking eye contact, he plucked the washcloth off her neck and lowered his head to kiss her bare shoulder. The silver ring was a tiny jolt of coolness against her heated skin. She reached back, clasped both of his hands, and brought them around to cup her breasts.
He closed his eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, he tugged her bra down, freeing her breasts, and then he began to massage, tweaking her nipples until she moaned. He lifted his lids to half-mast, watched his own hand slide down over her belly, until his fingers slipped through the wetness gathering between her thighs.
She leaned back against him as he stroked her. His lips grazed her shoulder again, her neck, her cheek. She turned her face into his kiss, but kept her body facing the mirror.
Breaking the kiss, he whispered next to her ear, “I want to fuck you, Maria.”
“Please.” She’d never sounded so wanton in her life.
Pulling his hands away from her body, he flipped off his shirt, scrabbled with the button and zipper on his shorts, then reached into his toiletry bag and rummaged around until he found a condom. Ripping into it with his teeth, he quickly sheathed himself, all while she tracked his movements through the mirror.
Wrapping an arm around her middle, he pulled her flush against his body. She could feel his erection pressing into her backside.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “I can just get you off and walk away.”
“You can?”
“Well, I’d probably hop into the shower and take care of business myself,” he admitted.
She shook her head. “I want this. I want you.” All of you.
She kept that last bit to herself.
Their eyes locked in the mirror again. He slowly pressed against her back, encouraging her to bend forward and brace her hands on the counter.
She spread her legs wide.
He grasped his erection and gave it a couple of strokes before lining it up with her opening, glancing up and catching her gaze again before pressing into her.
She gasped, pushing back against him as he filled her.
“So good,” she crooned.
“Fucking perfect,” he agreed, pulling out and thrusting again. And again. She stood there and took it, her body twisting and coiling, tighter and tighter, until, seconds after his fingers found her clit, she came apart, biting her lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm slammed into her. He pumped only a few more times before he chased her over the edge.
With her arms still braced on the counter, Maria dropped her head, closed her eyes, and focused on breathing steadily, trying to calm her racing heart.
Oz shifted behind her, pulling out and stepping away. She immediately missed his warmth, even though her skin was damp with sweat and she couldn’t shower because she’d ruin her makeup and hair.
She heard water splash into the sink next to her and opened her eyes. Oz twisted off the tap and wrung out the washcloth she’d been using earlier.
Then he placed the washcloth on the back of her neck, instantly cooling her.
“Thank you.”
“Everything okay?”
She smiled. “This is definitely different from the last time we had sex, so yes. Although I should probably clean up.” She gestured at the toilet.
His lips brushed her shoulder, his eyes holding hers in the mirror. She’d never felt more seen in her entire life.
“I’ll step in here.” He thrust his thumb over his shoulder, toward his bedroom. “Open the door when you’re done, okay?”
