He was on her so fast, she didn’t have time to make a single sound. Instead, she was now trapped between cool hard tiles and unyielding, pulsing flesh.
His mouth didn’t stay long on her as he turned her around and forced her legs open.
“You’re playing with fire, Tessa. Be careful or you might not like what you get.”
Breathless, she turned her head enough to connect. “I only want you. Give it to me.”
There were no more words to be said when he entered her slowly, her breasts plastered against the slick wall. Her hands tried to find something to hold, to steady herself, but there was nothing. Locke was her only anchor his cock sliding in and out her. It wasn’t the deepest penetration, but the friction of his muscled body against hers, his breath hitching in her ear with each of his thrusts, inflamed her to no end.
“You haven’t signed the contract.”
Tessa blinked, pushing through the increasing haze of lust, before she understood what he was talking about. “You want to talk about that now?”
“You’re not answering my questions, it’s getting frustrating.”
Gaping at his crazy statement, Tessa pushed herself from the wall, disengaging herself from him and as she turned, her foot slipped, making her lose her balance. Locke caught her before she hit the stall’s floor, cradling her body as he let himself slide down against the wall with her. Now sprawled over his body, her back pummeled by the jets, Tessa looked up at him, clearly worried.
“Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?”
In answer, Locke rolled his eyes. “You’re a danger in the shower, woman.”
Reassured that he was unharmed, it was her turn to roll her eyes. “It’s your floor that’s too slippery. I’m going to buy you some adhesive yellow duckies, so we don’t kill ourselves if we have sex in the shower again.”
Locke snorted, clearly not interested in safety at all.
As they were both unharmed, and with free access to the amazing body under her, she decided that it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Tessa started lapping at the water sliding over that delectable golden skin, and it only took two seconds for the male under her to have an undeniable interest in her plan. So much that his erection returned to steel as she took him in her hand and squeezed.
He would have switched positions and slid over her if she hadn’t been quicker and straddled him. When she slid herself down, taking all of him inside her, both their groans of pleasure echoed in the small space.
Immediately, his hands went to her breasts, teasing her nipples as she started to ride him. “If you’re so keen on having a conversation here, I think we should have one.” And with that statement, she squeezed her muscles hard, making him hiss between his clenched teeth.
“Why does it feel like we’re having an argument all of a sudden?”
Settling into a steady rhythm, Tessa enjoyed the moment, admiring Locke—his eyelids almost closed, looking up at her as she took control of both their pleasure, his hands caressing her thighs. Tessa knew that it was an image of him that would be burned in her mind for a long time. The desire she saw on his fallen angel’s face, his hard body streaming with water, she couldn’t ask for more. In a moment of clarity, she knew that the dangerous and stubborn man was at her mercy, even if only for a moment.
“I thought we were talking to each other.”
Confusion passed in his sea-green eyes. “What?”
“You know what I mean. Using words to form sentences.”
Tessa quickly erased the snarl on his face by twisting her hips on her way down. “Don’t play dumb. I thought we could at least discuss stuff.”
Locke’s body tensed, gritting his teeth. He grabbed her hips, trying to slow her down. “You have to be a little bit more specific.”
“The half suggestions, my stuff magically appearing in your apartment, the contract on the bed… What do you mean by that?”
Having a conversation was becoming more and more difficult as he grew larger, pulsing inside her, but she was determined to see it through.
“I thought it was self-explanatory.”
“You want some clothing and a bunch of papers to do the talking for you?”
“Damn it, woman! What do you want from me?” It was clear his patience was wearing thin as he put his feet flat on the tiles and started to pump up, meeting her downward thrusts. The want was trying to take control again, and she wasn’t finished with their conversation.
“Tell me what you want, dammit! I don’t want to be tricked, I want to be asked.”
When he hesitated, Tessa started to rise. However, Locke wasn’t the kind of man to be denied. In a show of strength, he reversed their position, so she was lying on her back and he was kneeling between her legs. Despite the water and the slippery tiles, he pushed her legs up, opening her to him, and plunged back inside her heated sheath. Tessa bowed, eyes closed, as he pushed deep into her, her pleasure cresting at an alarming pace. Her mind blank, all thoughts replaced with pleasure, she started to pinch her nipples, sending electric shocks throughout her over-sensitized body.
