Page 292 of Rock Me All Night
Our lips connect in a wet, messy kiss. My feelings rise up in my throat. They want out. They want into the space, into his ears, but it's not happening. Not verbally.
Instead, I channel my feelings into my kiss. Into the way my hips shift against him. He brings the faucet over our heads. It rains down with a steady stream, making our bodies slick and frictionless.
He moves me toward the wall and turns me around so my back is pressed against his chest.
Drew sinks his teeth into my neck. My earlobe. My shoulder. He toys with my nipples until I'm panting.
I'm still thinking.
I don't want to be thinking.
I bring my hand behind my back and rake it over his torso. Lower and lower until it's wrapped around his cock. I pump him with steady strokes.
"Kara." His nails sink into my hip. He lifts my leg, positioning me so his cock brushes against my sex.
I arch my back so he enters me.
A gasp escapes my lips. His low groan echoes against the glass walls.
He brings the showerhead over my chest. Then my stomach. Then beneath it.
The water streams over my clit. It's light and warm, a soft pressure. Not enough to consume my thoughts.
"More." I arch to take him deeper.
Drew groans as he thrusts into me. He moves the showerhead closer. Closer.
There.
"Yes," I breathe. "Fuck me."
"Put your hands on the wall so you can keep your balance."
I press my hands against the wall. It's rough concrete, easy to grip.
With one hand, Drew points the showerhead at my clit. The stream of water hits me with a warm, steady pressure. It's different than his hand or his tongue or even a vibrator. More intense, wetter, warmer.
My sex clenches. I arch my back as if to beckon him to fuck me, but he stays put.
His other arm holds my body against his at the chest, angled so his fingers brush against my nipple. He toys with me, teasing me, pinching me.
It feels good, but I'm not getting there. Those damn words are in my throat. Those damn words are ruining this.
I whisper them as softly as I can.I love you.
There.
The damn words are in the space. Too quiet for him to hear over the water, but at least they're not trying to suffocate me anymore.
He brings his mouth to my ear. "Shower's not working for you?"
I'm close to an orgasm but it doesn't feel good. Not the way it's supposed to.
Drew pulls out. He turns me around and stares into my eyes. I swallow hard. I can't stand the intensity of it.
"Come on." He returns the showerhead to its usual spot, pulls me out of the shower, and then towel-dries me himself.
I follow him to a plush, king-sized bed. Drew lifts me by the ass and throws me onto the bed. He climbs on after me and pins my knees to the bed.
