Hiserection was a steel rod wedged between them, driving into her stomach. All ofher ached to feel him inside her, filling her. She lifted a leg, and he grabbedit, anchoring it around his waist. He grasped the other leg, and she wound thatone around him too, locking her ankles together like a manacle that held him toher as he braced her in his arms. She reached down, wrapping her fingers aroundhis shaft, stroking it, drawing him to her opening.
Hepulled back and blinked at her, his eyes dark with desire, rivulets runningover his eyelashes and cheeks.
“I wantyou inside me now.” Her voice was urgent and hoarse.
She archedinto him, and he lowered his mouth to her breasts, his teeth and tonguepebbling her nipples until they throbbed. Groaning, she dug her heels into hislower back. He hoisted her up a little higher, her back sliding along thesmooth tile.
“Lookat me,” he ordered, his voice deep and dusky.
Whenshe did, he ran his tip along her seam, sinking a fraction into her folds, hiseyes seeking her permission.
“Ohyes,” she gasped.
Heburied himself deep inside her.
“Youfeel like velvet.” The words rushed from him in one expelling breath.
Hedropped his head back, his mouth slackening for an instant, then his eyessnapped open and pierced hers. He drove in, pulled back slowly, and plunged inagain, over and over.
Hisbreathing grew labored, noisy above the pounding water.
Withshort bursts of breath, she clung to his shoulders as his hips flexed and histhrusts came harder, faster. He hammered into her, holding her eyes. Her ownlittle lava dome of sensation was on the verge of erupting.
“Comewith me, Beck. Come with me.”
“OhGod, Andie,” he roared as their bodies tensed, clenched, and shudderedtogether, their groans and grunts dissolving into one voice, one cry ofexquisite pleasure.
CHAPTER 25
Sooner or Later
A towel around his waist, Beckett scraped a razor along hisjaw, clearing a skin-colored swath through white shaving cream. Andie dartedbehind him into the shower.
“Anothershower, pixie? I think you missed a spot when you washed my left butt cheek.”
Shepoked out her damp head. “No, you goof. I thought I’d pick up your clothes.It’s the least I can do after getting them soaked.” She grinned, and his heartskipped a beat.
“Pixie,you can get my clothes wet anytime. Especially if I’m in ’em.”
Sheheaped a soggy pile at the shower entry, then wrapped her arms around his waistand kissed his shoulder. “Ready for some blueberry crisp?”
Helaughed. “Hell yes! That smell was all I could think about when I first walkedin—until your naked little body in my shower blanked it out entirely, which I’mnot complaining about, by the way. At all. But I’m glad you’re feeding me afterthat workout. Where’d you get the blueberries anyway?”
Shesnugged herself against his back. God, he loved having her plastered againsthim. “Found them in the freezer and thought it would be a nice treat. I alsofound vanilla ice cream to top it off.”
As ifon cue, his stomach growled. “Give me a minute to finish up, and I’ll be rightthere.” She pulled away, and his back chilled. His eyes tracked her the entireway out of the bathroom.
Later,he sat at the eating counter, his second helping gone, and his eyes tracked herhere too as she cleaned up plates and put away the blueberry concoction. Shemoved in a fluid, languid sort of way, reminding him of one of her tigers buton a smaller scale. He could watch her all day long. Chin in his palm, he hopedan idiotic grin or a mesmerized adolescent expression didn’t show on his face.
Hismind zipped back to the shower. He loved seeing her there, so comfortable inhis place. He also loved that she’d jumped his bones. And being inside her?He’d loved that too, probably more than he should have. Feeling her around himhad been breathtaking, heart-stopping, a sensation he wasn’t sure he couldforego. Not with her; not now. But had it been wise? Safe sex had beeningrained in him for so long, even before breaking into the league, and it washard to shake his doubt. He’d seen what one unguarded moment had cost hisbuddies and teammates. But this was Andie; she was different. He knew her.Sure, he’d known other women, but not like he knew her. He’d step out on askinny limb based on her honesty. Hell, he had stepped out there, hadn’the? As for getting her pregnant? That notion warmed his gut instead ofclenching it as it should have. What was up with that?
Yep,she made him all kinds of crazy, and he liked it. A hell of a lot. Was sheaffected the same way?
Hestraightened when she caught him staring at her. “What?”
“Justwondering if you’re watching me to be sure I tidy your kitchen the right way. Inever knew what a fussbudget you are.”
“Oh.No, you’re doing great. I was just admiring the view.”
Wipingoff a glass, she laughed. “So will you do this when we’re back in civilization,or will your head snap to the next shiny object? A tall, cool woman in a blackdress who makes your knees weak?”
“Ican’t imagine how. I won’t be looking at her. I’ll be looking at you. My kneesonly go weak when I see you.”
Shestopped mid-swipe, her cheeks pinking, a skeptical little smile on her face.
“What?You don’t believe me? It’s true. Besides, being with you is like having my veryown koala bear,” he chuckled.
A frowndented her brows. “I look like a koala?”
“Well,no, you don’t look like a koala, but you’re compact and cuddly like one,and you’re easy to carry around. Like a backpack with arms and legs. You’re ahandy size. Fun size.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Sheguffawed. “Fun size?”
“Likein the shower. Fun size.” As images of their escapade danced through his head,his body began to take note.
Andiefolded her arms across her chest, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.
“What?You sure do that a lot. I’m just saying what’s on my mind.” He raised his handsin an innocent gesture.
Onecorner of her mouth twitched, as though she
