Chapter 39
Lukas
I took her in the shower.
Kayla gasped as I filled her up. She hooked a leg around mine and held herself up with one arm draped around my shoulders. The other gripped the wrist of the hand I had planted on the tiled wall at her back. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. Shower water clung to her lashes and left streaks down her cheeks, and I was quite certain in that moment that I’d never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful.
She was like a starry night sky in the country where city lights didn’t compete for attention. She was a canvas of oil paint capturing the epitome of beauty and depth. She was everything and anything in between, and I couldn’t understand how she’d chosen me back.
She was an easy woman to fall in love with.
But me? I was not.
I’d given her hell in the beginning. Some days, I’d been cruel. I’d been difficult. I’d been a bully.
But she saw past all that. She remembered the boy I was and knew the man I was supposed to be, and she’d pulled that out of me.
Not only did I love her, but I owed everything to her.
Kayla ran her fingers through my wet hair and trailed kisses across my jaw and throat as I thrust deep inside her. She was tight and greedy and her skin was slippery from the water. Her breasts, full and perky, were crushed up against my chest as I rocked my hips and made her thighs tremble until she could hardly stay on her feet.
I wrapped an arm around her lower back and held her up as I fucked her harder. Kayla let her head hang back. Water rained down from the ends of her hair. Her chest swelled as she took a deep breath. I kissed between her breasts and licked her flesh, wanting to taste and savor every inch of her.
I pulled her back up and spun her around so I could pin her against the tiles. She giggled when I took her hands behind her back and held her wrists in place with one hand. She squirmed, testing my strength, and I held fast.
She spread her legs without me having to ask and pushed her ass back.
She had a glorious body.
The curve of her spine did things to me, and so did the two dimples in her lower back above her ass. Her thighs were full and strong, her calves defined, her waist trim, and her hips thick enough to grab onto. She had taut flesh, the kind that dared a man to squeeze.
So I did. I squeezed her hips as I pushed my cock back into her and took her from behind.
Kayla pressed her cheek against the tile wall and sighed with pleasure. I rocked against her, fucking her deeply, and she clawed at the tiles. Her nails bit against the grout until her hands curled into fists and she whimpered for me to show her mercy and fuck her like I meant it.
I took a fistful of her hair. Kayla gasped in surprise as I pulled her head back sharply, forcing her to look up at the ceiling and rest her head on my shoulder. A smile curled her lips as I tightened my grip.
I thrust deep inside her. Her expression molded into one of ecstasy. Watching her pushed me to the brink. Her smile stayed on her lips as I pressed in deeper, harder, faster. Soon, she could hardly keep it together. Her thighs shook furiously and her knees nearly gave out. She cried out my name at the ceiling, her eyes fluttered open, and she came hard.
I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Good girl.”
My girl.
I wrapped her hair around my fist like it was a rope. Kayla bounced on my cock. The shower water did not spoil how wet she was. She was slippery and swollen, just how I liked her, and I knew I was going to lose control soon.
She reached back with one hand to cup it around the back of my neck. Her eyes opened and met my gaze, and her lips parted in a contented sigh.
“Come for me,” she whispered. “Let go.”
Her words did me in. I clenched my teeth against the strain as the pleasure mounted until it broke. I pulled free and released onto her lower back. Kayla wiggled her ass for me and let me guide her under the water to wash her off. Only then did I release her hair.
She smiled at me as I soaped up her tits.
“What?” I asked, my head still spinning from the best sex of my life.
“There are a lot of other places in this apartment I haven’t had sex before, you know.”
“Oh? You don’t say? What sort of places?”
“Well,” she said seductively. “There’s the kitchen counter. The sofa. The living room floor. The balcony.”
“The balcony? You are a freak, aren’t you?”
She giggled and stepped in close for more kisses. “Only for you.”
To say Kayla and I were spent by the time nine in the evening rolled around would be an understatement. We christened every corner of her house—and we did it with vigor. Now we were both exhausted, not to mention hungry, and as we lounged on her sofa waiting for the delivery guy to show up with pizza, I pulled her close and breathed in the coconut scent of her shampoo.
“I’ve learned so much since you came back into my life,” I said softly. “I think I have a lot more changes to make.”
“I like you just the way you are.”
“Like?”
She giggled. “You know what I mean.”
I let her get away with it. “I’m going to start giving away most of my fortune. I think it’s time that I learn how to be without it. I’ll need your help finding the right places to give it.”
She propped herself up on her elbow. “You want to give
