Page 65 of Corbin
“Tell me where to go. We’re not doing this on a cement floor.”
A zing of heat ripped through her at his declaration. They’d been kids the first time they met, but they were two adults who knew exactly what they wanted. She was entirely on board with what he had in mind. “Elevator off to my right to the second floor then the first door you find when we get there.”
She hadn’t felt this free or happy in all the years she’d been alone, waiting for a miracle to bring him back to her. She bit his lip.
He growled and cupped her bottom, carrying her to the elevator.
By the time the elevator stopped, and Corbin carried her out, her top was half off. She wanted the shorts gone even faster.
“Any chance this place has a shower?” he ground out.
“Yes!” Great idea. She should have thought of it first. “Let me down.”
“No.”
She laughed at his disgruntled answer. “Let me down and we’ll get to the shower faster.”
He grinned at her and kissed her again, but in a slow, thorough way. Breathing heavily, he admitted, “I’ve missed you for so long without knowing what all I was missing. You are everything to me, but are you sure about this?” Genuine concern came through his words.
Her heart did a crazy happy dance. “I dreamed of our first kiss. I wanted to hear you say you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you. Yes, I am sure. You mean the world to me.” She ran her hand over his cheek, studying every sharp angle. “Let’s go shower.”
Lowering her down the front of his body, he held her close and hugged her. She could feel his hard length against her stomach and shuddered with her own need. “Now. I need you now.”
She grabbed his hand and hauled him through the open space where she often sang alone and then through a door to a small apartment she’d used to catch naps after long days. It came complete with a shower. Nothing spectacular, but when she’d been dirty, cold, and wet for hours, she didn’t need extravagant.
Just hot water, soap, and towels.
This shower could accommodate two people at the same time.
Spectacular.
He had her shirt completely off and flipped away, then knelt to pull her shorts slowly down her legs. He was killing her. “Faster.”
“No.”
She laughed again. “Are you always going to be this difficult?”
“Yes.” Then he gave her a wicked smile and added, “When it comes to making love to you.” He reached up and touched a breast, moving his palm slowly over her hard nipple. She gripped his shoulders, hanging on when her legs shook.
With her shorts around her ankles, he freed his other hand to run a finger through her folds, back and forth at too slow a pace. She groaned, “Faster.”
“No.”
Damn! He played with her other breast and changed the speed of stroking her. She clenched her legs and held on to him, pleading, “Don’t ... stop.”
He answered by upping the speed of his fingers between her legs.
She cried out. Her knees buckled, but he caught her and pulled her to him, continuing his assault until she fell limp in his arms. He was kissing her face and eyes.
Never had an orgasm been that fast or that explosive. This was going to be amazing because she wasn’t done.
He whispered, “We’re not done.”
Had she said that out loud?
Standing, he lifted her with him until her feet hit the floor. When she stepped out of her shorts and turned to him, he’d shed his jeans.
Yay for commando.
