Page 93 of Give Me Forever

"What?"

"I'm super sweaty. I need to shower first."

With a wicked grin, he put his hands on my shoulders, flipping me around and leading me to the bathroom. "Let's take that shower together."

“That's right. We can start on that post-workout workout."

He came closer until I felt his hot breath in my ear. "Avery, I want to wipe everything from your mind except how much I want you and how much you mean to me."

I shivered. "It's already working," I assured him.

I loved the shower. It was huge, and a walk-in.

Sam made quick work of discarding my workout clothes. I, on the other hand, needed a while to get all the buttons on his shirt open. I managed to finally undo all of them, including the cuff links, and then pushed it down his gorgeous biceps, drinking him in. He was sexy even just wearing an undershirt, but I preferred him buck naked, so I quickly took that off as well.

"Sometimes I still can't believe these muscles," I murmured, slowly drawing my fingers over his abs, playing on all the ridges before tackling his belt. Somehow, I managed to muck it up, and he took over, immediately unbuckling it. His pants and boxers landed on the floor almost instantly afterward.

I turned on the water, loving the hot spray, grateful it was washing the sweat off my skin. He covered my mouth with his, pushing us both deeper into the shower. The water was hot enough that steam was rising up. Even the tiles were warm as he flattened my back against them. He moved his mouth all over my neck, then went down to my breasts, looking up at me while he teased wide circles around my nipples, first the right one and then the left. Then he skimmed his thumbs over both of them as he trailed a path downward with his mouth.

He'd barely gotten me naked, and I was already starving for him.

Today had taken a toll on me, there were no two ways about it, but being here with him was everything I needed.

He looked me straight in the eyes, coming back up my body again, raining kisses everywhere. He paid even more attention to my nipples, pressing the flat of his tongue against them. I rolled my hips forward.

"This is so good," I murmured.

He kissed farther up my body before straightening up and looking me in the eyes. "I'm yours, Avery."

I shivered despite the hot water. He dropped both hands onto the sides of my body, drawing his fingers from my waist down to my hips and then back up. The light touch brought me to tremors. He looked at me through hooded eyelids before kissing me long and deep and wet. I gripped the railing of the shower, needing to ground myself a bit.

This was the effect Sam Maxwell had on me. Every time he kissed me, my world spun almost literally.

He explored me with patience and precision, and I was already dripping wet for him. My thighs were weak, and so were my knees. I rolled my hips and cried out when my clit collided with his cock. His erection was trapped between us. Feeling the length of him against my entrance sent shock waves of pleasure through me.

He groaned against my mouth, moving his hips back and forth, rubbing against me and driving me crazy. It was satisfying, and yet at the same time, it spurred my hunger. God, how I needed him. I thought I was wet and ready before, but now I was positively dripping.

Sam groaned against my mouth again and then brought his lips to my ear. "Damn, Avery, I can do this all night long, all my life, baby."

My skin broke out in goose bumps.

"Sam," I muttered.

He rubbed the tip of his cock right against my clit, and I couldn't think anymore. I was one huge ball of fire and hunger. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ground myself, but then he pushed inside me. I let go of the shower railing and gripped his shoulders instead.

"Sam!"

"I'm going to lift you in my arms, babe. I need a better angle."

I just nodded; I couldn't even speak past the intense sensations rippling through me. I felt him lift me by my ass, and then he started pounding for real. He was right—the angle was so much better this way. My legs were wider because I was holding them at his sides. His expression changed from turned on to consumed by pleasure as he thrust inside me.

He moved one hand away from my waist, touching my left breast before lowering his fingers to my clit, brushing it between thrusts. I nearly passed out from the intense sensations. Between the hot water, his fingers, and his cock, I was completely lost to him. He increased the pressure on my clit while I tried to kiss his shoulder and his arm. But I couldn't even do that. With every wave of heat and need coiling through me, I was less in control of my body. My muscles contracted and loosened repeatedly. My skin was on fire. My pussy was on edge.

I badly needed to come.

I exploded the next second and held on tight to him, riding the wave until I was completely spent. Only then did he slow his thrusts, murmuring in my ear, "You're amazing and beautiful, babe. And I'm not done making you come tonight."

My brain barely registered what he said, but my body reacted instantly, my inner muscles pulsing.

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