He could lift her around his body, sink her down on his erection, let the hot water pound against her skin, while his hot flesh pounded up inside of her. A low growl escaped his throat as his body tightened with anticipation.
It was always this way with her. She brought out something feral in him, something he thought he’d left buried in his cell the day he was released. His life was about control now. Over his work, over everything-his decisions, his plans, his designs.
But with Denny’s death, all that was gone, wasn’t it?
He’d started to fight her because she took things out of his hands. Like his desire and his emotions. He would have, in fact, divorced her because of it. But what was the point of fighting her anymore?
The control he thought he had over his life was an illusion. One he’d held on to for so many years. But illusions eventually winked out of existence and all you were left with was the truth.
And the truth was there was little he could control.
He wanted his wife and he didn’t care if he wanted her too much. He was tired of running, tired of worrying about what would happen if he let her get too close. He tossed off his shirt and toed out of his sneakers. When his hands reached for the buttons on his jeans, he saw that they shook.
Immediately, he stopped and took a deep calming breath. He wouldn’t take her against her will, and he wasn’t sure what her will would be, so he needed to get a grip. Shucking off his pants he made his way to the bathroom door. He opened it and the steam and heat surrounded him. He saw her silhouette behind the thin opaque shower curtain. She was still, her hands no longer moving the washcloth over her body.
He pulled the curtain aside and their eyes met. His body couldn’t hide its intent from her. There was uncertainty in her eyes and it cut him like a knife, but he moved forward. The spray of water hit his skin but he ignored it, instead focusing on her. Her body was wet and lush. It trembled slightly. He reached for her and brought her up against him. His sex pressed into her belly. Her breasts pushed against his chest. Her hands rested on his shoulders. He knew she still wasn’t sure yet if she was going to use them to push him away or hold him.
“Caroline,” he muttered dipping his head to take her lips, but she pulled away. Not her body. That was locked against him, his arm wrapped around her waist like a vise. Her eyes locked onto his and she seemed to be asking a question he didn’t know the answer to.
Again he lowered his head, using his free hand to cup her face and hold her in place for his kiss. His lips took hers with a ferocity he could barely contain, and silently he pleaded with her to allow this moment. His tongue plunged against her closed mouth and when she gasped for air, he invaded her. Her heat, her taste, were all his to take.
But he didn’t want to take so much as he wanted her to give.
He lifted his head and whispered her name again, barely heard over the sound of the water falling on their bodies.
“Let me,” he whispered.
Slowly, her eyes on his the entire time, as if she wanted him to understand what she was offering, she slid her leg up against the outside of his until it was wrapped around his thigh.
She was completely open to him. “Caroline,” he groaned with raw need.
With strong but unsteady hands, he lifted and turned her, pushing her back against the tiled wall of the shower. In one long firm motion he thrust his sex deep inside her. He could feel her shock, but she was slick and ready despite his lack of foreplay. He stilled his body until he felt her soften and succumb. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed. Her heels bumped against his ass. For a second she squirmed against him as if she were trying to find some respite from the thick shaft that impaled her. But he gave her none and instead started to thrust hard.
“This is how I want you,” he growled into her ear. “Nothing held back. Are you ready for this?”
He wouldn’t withdraw, wouldn’t leave her, but instead would only make his body go deeper and higher.
“Tell me,” he urged.
Was she ready for this? No, she probably wasn’t, but she wouldn’t stop him. He was giving something to her. Instinctively, she knew that. Testing her in some way, too, to see if she could handle every element of who he was as a man.
She threw her head back against the shower wall and braced her hands against his shoulders. Her body was pinned by his. All she could do was feel. Every sense that she had was focused on the point of their connection. Heat radiated out from her center and began to make its way through her body at lightning speed. It was almost a difficult sensation-to feel so overwhelmingly aroused so suddenly.
He began to drive into her, this time pulling away a little more so he could push deeper. She felt branded. Stretched beyond her limits. She didn’t know how it was possible to want him to stop yet equally powerful to want him to continue.
His hands gripped her butt and his fingers kneaded deep into her flesh. But the ache only added to her pleasure. Her body writhed against the slick wall at her back and she could hear herself crying and moaning.
He changed the tempo of his motion and slowed slightly so he could withdraw almost completely before thrusting back inside her. She screamed each time he did and the hands that clung to his shoulders she now used to dig into his muscles.
“More. Faster,” she screamed.
“No. My way.” He pulled out, letting the rounded head of his cock rest barely inside her passage, then flexed the muscles in his ass sending his shaft ripping through her.
“Ahhhh,” she screamed again. Tears ran down her face, unnoticed against the streams of water that washed over them. Never before had she been so aware of her body. Its physicality. Never before had she felt each nerve, every muscle, the beat of her heart. She was being taken ruthlessly against a shower wall and her body sang in a delicious joyous celebration.
She was his, completely and utterly his.
And he was hers, completely and utterly hers. She wondered if he knew that.
Instinctively she tightened her inner muscles, grasping at his sex each time he tried to leave. She heard him groan, which only made her body clench harder.
“Don’t,” he growled, his face a picture of tortured pleasure.
“Then faster,” she bargained. She felt the smile on her face and had the devilish thought that she wished she could see this, see what he was doing to her. Watch his hips flex and know what it felt like on the inside.
Instead, she looked at him and saw the power of his need. His lips were tight, his cheeks flushed. His eyes…so hard. It should have frightened her, but it didn’t. She would never be afraid of him. She would never be afraid of this. He was out of control, out of his mind with wanting her, but he would never hurt her.
His hands moved up and over her buttocks wrapping around her back, bring her into total contact with his body. He spread his legs to gain more balance against the wet bottom of the tub and leaned against her, pressing her more completely against the wall.
Their eyes were centimeters apart. Their mouths were open, their breath mingled.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he ordered her.
“I won’t,” she gasped as she felt him begin to move again, this time more quickly.
It was hard to obey, but watching him was intense. She saw so much of who he was, his vulnerability and his pain mixed with his strength and fortitude.
And so they both kept their eyes open while he rode her hard and fast, snapping his hips and pushing her beyond mere pleasure. Then something inside her exploded and she was overcome with a wave of heat so intense she feared she might melt from within. It shook her to her very core. Then her body opened in a deep yawning stretch that sent pleasure coursing first through her womb, then her limbs.
She heard him shout, felt the pulse of his orgasm filling her deep inside, then his body was crushing her against the tile, his strength and his ability to hold her upright seemingly gone.
“I love you,” she whispered against his shoulder as her head dropped forward. “There are times I don’t want to, but I can’t stop.”
She felt him jerk, but he said nothing. He reached out and turned off the water, then carefully lifted her against his body and took them both out of the shower and to the bed.
She was draped across his body, her head resting on his heart, feeling it beat beneath her ear. A soft sound stirred her and she lifted her head so that she could hear it better.
