“You’re going to get me killed, Kas,” he warns, kissing down over my collarbone. If it didn’t feel so fucking incredible, his words and the reminder of last night might have been enough to cool things off. But that’s the thing about when we connect: nothing else matters. Hell, nothing else exists.
“You’re wasting time,” I warn, although it pains me to do it when he laves at my nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
In a beat, he has me in his arms and is carrying me once again. In seconds we’re in the bathroom and he’s kicking the door shut behind us before turning the shower on. He doesn’t wait for it to warm up. Instead, he stands us both under it before pushing me back against the tiles.
I don’t notice the cold. I’m too consumed by him.
“Are you wet for me?” he moans in my ear.
“Yes. Please, Spike. I need you.”
With my legs hooked up high around his waist and his hips pinning me to the wall, he releases one hand from my arse and teases my wetness with his cock.
My muscles contract, desperate to feel him pushing inside me.
After what feels like forever, he finally lines himself up with me before dropping me lower and impaling me on him.
“Fuck,” I cry as the sensation of him stretching me open consumes me. “Yes, yes.”
Taking both of my hands in one of his, he pins them against the wall above my head.
“You’re fucking addictive, little girl,” he grates out, his lips brushing against mine, his increased breaths fanning my face. “You’re like my little drug. I try to resist. I know it’s bad, but fuck, it’s so fucking good.”
His lips capture mine before I get a chance to say anything—not that I have a clue how to follow that up.
His thrusts get faster, wilder as his pelvis rubs against my hip in the most delicious way.
“Oh God, Spike. So good, so fucking good,” I moan when he rips his lips from mine.
He releases my hands, allowing me to touch him. My fingers run over his hair, scratching at his scalp before I begin clawing at his shoulders once again when he grabs my arse and pulls my lower half from the wall.
The angle change is mind-blowing, and in only seconds I’m racing toward my release.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chant before Spike thrusts into me one more time and sends me crashing head-first into an earth-shattering orgasm.
I cry out some unintelligible words as the sensations take over my entire body and I float away on the pleasure only he’s able to give me. Just like I remember from last time, as I fly, I feel free, and the only two things that exist in the world are the two of us.
He’s right about one thing: it is fucking addicting.
20
Spike
The last thing I want to do is walk out of that shower without her and once again forget about our time together, but it’s what’s got to happen.
“Take your time,” I whisper against her lips, allowing myself one more kiss before I turn my back on her and grab a towel.
The atmosphere in the room changes almost instantly, and despite the fact that it’s full of steam from the hot shower, it feels icy cold as I break what we shared.
“Spike?” Her voice is quiet and broken, and I hate that I’ve got to do this. She needs support right now, someone to hold her, not for me to walk away. But I can’t.
I’ve already made so many mistakes with her, and despite my best intentions, I just keep fucking up even more.
Maybe I should just admit to Zach what’s been happening. I deserve the beating that’s sure to follow, there’s no question there.
Looking over my shoulder, I take in her small yet curvy body as the water streams down it.
Fuck, I don’t want to leave her there looking so vulnerable and unsure of herself.
“Your brother will be here in a few minutes. Take your time.”
With that, I pull the door open and sever the connection.
My heart aches the second the door closes behind me.
There is so much fucking wrong about all of this, but when we’re together, when she’s in my arms, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
I’m fully dressed and making a fresh cup of coffee when there’s a knock on the door. Kas still hasn’t emerged from the bathroom and I’ve almost gone down to check on her a million times, but I can’t.
“I brought breakfast,” Zach says as a greeting, holding a bag up in front of me, but I don’t miss how he looks around for Kas or anything else suspicious. I know how things looked last night. I know exactly what he’s thinking.
The smell of bacon hits my nose and my mouth immediately waters.
“Thanks, I need this.”
“Where is she?” he asks, stepping inside and looking down toward the bedrooms.
“In the shower.”
“Are you sure she’s okay?”
“As sure as I can be. She’s not exactly an open book.”
“She thinks she’s a hard arse, but I think we both know it’s all fake.”
I mutter my agreement, but I’m on edge and worried about saying too much and giving anything away. His shoulders are already tense, as if he’s come here for a fight, and there’s a deepness to his voice that isn’t usually there.
“How was she when you got her home?”
Broken. Traumatised. Scared.
“Exhausted. We cleaned her up, had dinner, and she crashed.”
Okay so it’s stretching the truth slightly, but it’s all he’s getting from me.
“We cleaned her up?”
“I ran her a bath. Although I wasn’t sure if she should have had it. She’s got quite a cut on her hip that I think might need stitches.” Another half-lie. I swallow down my guilt and just focus on what’s important right now, making sure she’s okay.
Noise from down the
