Page 53 of Burn for You (Flirting with Forever 3)

I glance down to where her fingers are tracing over each tiny bird. “It’s for my family. Each bird stands for one of them.” She nods as I check the temperature of the water and, finding it nice and hot, usher her inside the stall. I follow her in, guiding her under the spray and wetting her hair. There’s an assortment of feminine shampoos, conditioners, and body washes, so I choose one, pouring it into my palm and rubbing my hands together before working it through her hair. Her eyes close and a soft smile tugs at her lips.

Once we’ve rinsed and conditioned her long mane, she returns the favor. Her fingers on my scalp, massaging my head, feel damn good. But it could also easily be the fact that her breasts are brushing up against my chest that’s making me hard again. We squeeze shower gel into our palms and run our hands over each other, lathering and rinsing every inch. I want to touch her fucking everywhere. My hands run down over her back and cup her ass as I hold her against me, then I turn her around running my palms over her breasts. I had my mouth all over those not ten minutes ago. I groan, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, “Piper, baby …” My wet hands roam down over her belly before one dives between her legs. She cries out as I slide two fingers inside of her, the sound reverberating off the walls of the shower stall.

She’s warm. She’s wet. She’s mine.

I walk us forward a step, and her hands meet the wall of the shower. I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her and find her clit with my thumb. I curl around her, holding her back tight against my chest. My dick is so damn hard, and I’m desperate to bury myself in her right the fuck now, but I love the way she’s panting and quaking in my arms. I want to give her another few seconds to come apart in my hands.

As if thinking about it could call it forth, she slows, teetering on the edge, then falls over it, her muscles clamping down in a rhythmic pattern on my fingers as she lets loose a throaty moan. Holding her body up with one arm wrapped around her waist, I slide my cock against her, nudging the aroused flesh between her legs. When she pushes her hips back and angles herself toward me, I enter her fully. “Oh, fuck. I didn’t think it could get better than that first time.” I pull back and then ease inside again. I screw her slowly, grinding into her until we are both panting and straining toward each other with every firm thrust. I grip her curvy hips in my hands, fingers flexing into her skin, and power into her.

“Yes!”

Hearing her moans of pleasure, watching my cock slip in and out of her body, and the fucking phenomenal view of her ass has me close to coming right there. Her wet hands squeak against the wall of the shower as she tries to hold herself up. I growl deep in my chest. “Fuck, baby …” My chest heaves as I stave off the explosion I know is coming. I can’t believe this is Piper rocking back onto my dick, gasping. This woman is blowing my mind, her every cry seeping right into my soul.

She looks over her shoulder. “I’m so close. Harder.” I stroke inside of her twice more before she says, “Please?”

On a half-chuckle at her request, I grip her hips tighter and give her what she wants. No more than thirty seconds later, she climaxes again. I hold her up as best I can, as she’s gone half limp. When she calms, I spin her around, pick her up, and press her back to the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist as I bury myself deep, pumping into her only three times before lightning races down my spine and my balls tighten. I explode inside her, crying out her name, my lips against her neck.

Once we’ve washed again, we take our time drying each other and wrap ourselves in fluffy towels. I lean back against the counter, crossing my legs at the ankle, observing Piper as she combs through her long hair.

“Are you okay, Piper? I promise I hadn’t intended for that to happen in the shower. But I guess I should have expected it.”

A smile blooms bold and beautiful on her face. “We seem to have issues any time lips and tongues and bodies are involved.”

“I don’t see any issues with that at all.” I shake my head, watching her.

Her eyes sparkle with joy as she looks up at me. “Me neither, Professor.”

I chuckle and point at the tub. “I’m guessing that’s the tub you were in when you took the photo.”

Her cheeks redden, and damn, she looks so gorgeous all flushed like that. “Yep.” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth as she continues to tend to her hair. After another few seconds, she glances up and releases her lip. “You want to know how I knew it was you?”

I cock my head to the side, my eyes traveling from her towel-covered body down to her legs. This woman is a fucking vision. I clear my throat and run my hand over my stubble-coated cheek. “Yeah. Tell me how you figured it out, Sherlock.”

Her nose wrinkles at the nickname, and her gaze slides down my torso and over to the side. “I figured it out the evening before I met you at the restaurant. I truly hadn’t known for long—just a day—and it took me the whole twenty-four hours to decide whether I should still meet you there that nigh

t or not. I was an agonized mess.” She nods in the direction of my side. “The tattoo. It was in the shot you sent me. I’d, uh, noticed it before at the gym.” She fights back a smile, as if she’s embarrassed to have to admit she’d been looking at my body that closely.

I laugh, fully realizing my error. “Oh, shit. I wasn’t even thinking about that when I took the photo and sent it. Of course, I was under the assumption that I was sending it to someone I didn’t know, so it never crossed my mind to worry about it.” I frown. “I’m sorry I made assumptions, and”—I grimace, running my hand over my still damp hair—“I’m ashamed to say I jumped to conclusions.”

She gets up off the tub, one hand holding her towel in place, and crosses the bathroom until she’s standing in front of me. “I was so sad when you reacted like that, but I knew it was a possibility.” Her gaze drops, and she stutters, “And I—I knew you might not want it to be me. After all, you were talking to both of us at the same time.”

I tuck a knuckle under her chin, lifting her face to me. “I don’t want you to question what I’m feeling. Yes, I was talking to Sherlock4Love. But that started before I realized my feelings for you were changing. Growing. I think I’ve been slowly falling for your brilliant mind and fiery tongue since the beginning of the year.”

Her eyes soften and become wet with unshed tears.

“Anyway, I hope—I hope you aren’t disappointed. I hate that you thought for even a second I would be. Here you thought you were meeting … I don’t even know who you envisioned me to be. But you obviously didn’t think you were getting your coworker when we planned to meet. So, the real question is why you showed up anyway, even after you knew it was me?”

Please tell me you like me and want me no matter what. Please. I feel anxious for her answer in a way that is completely unfamiliar to me. Why does her answer feel so huge? So monumental?

She gives me a confused smile. “These last few weeks have been both the best and worst weeks of my life. I’ve had steadily emerging feelings for who I thought were two different men. I’ve never been more shaken, but at the same time, I was excited. I couldn’t quite believe that I’d had no one, and then I was going to have to choose between two of you. I had no idea what to do. When I agreed to meet Professor M., I was hoping that we wouldn’t click in person. I was terrified we would … because there was also this other guy, who I get to see every day and whose kisses make me lose my grasp on reality.”

With a gentle tug, I pull her closer to me, then brush a kiss across her lips. “I could tell just by talking to you that we had amazing chemistry—and I have to laugh, but my sister, Esme, actually called it correctly, I’m afraid.”

“What do you mean?”

“She kept referring to our arguments as some sort of elaborate foreplay.” I chuckle. “Don’t tell her she was right. She’ll get a big head about it.”

She stifles a giggle, but goes right back to her serious face. “You’re very distracting. I still have things to say.”

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