“Your turn,” she whispered, grabbing my wrist and wrapping my fingers around my cock, slick withprecum. She looked at me once, lips parted, hair clinging to her pink cheeks, and grinned as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“Fuck,” I choked out, in awe of the sight of her pussy dripping and thighs red from my stubble and her hand around mine as I pumped once, twice—and camehard.
All over her feet, her pink-polished toes, the tile, my thighs. I moaned her name like it was a prayer, forehead dropping to her shoulder as she stroked my hair and murmured, “Good boy.”
She didn’t even flinch, just held me and let me come down from it.
When she finally stood and turned the water off, I was still shaking. “I knew I’d break you eventually.”
I leaned against her thigh, breath ragged, voice hoarse. “I was already yours.”
Then she stood again and handed me a towel as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
By the timeI stepped out of the shower, the tiles were still slick with water and sin. My head spun from the taste of her. The sound of her moans echoed in my skull, and the fact that I’d come so fucking hard just from eating her out just about brought me to my knees again.
Aurélieleaned against the vanity, brushing her teeth in nothing but a towel. Her lashes were heavier now, as though she was seconds from falling asleep on her feet, hair towel-dried, skin dewy and flushed from the heat of the shower.
So beautiful, and fuck if this version of her didn’t make something deep in my chest ache with a yearning to make her mine forever.
Whoa.
I blinked the thought away, ran my towel over my hair, and pressed a kiss to her temple, telling her I’d be right back. Butwhen I stepped back into the hallway, my body still humming with want, I paused and leaned against the wall, needing a second to catch my breath.
She’d bared her soul to me tonight. Let me hold it. Taste it. And then the shower… I would never be the same. It freaked me out as much as it excited me. I didn’t know what to do with that.
I pushed off the wall and went to my bathroom to brush my teeth, begrudgingly washing the taste of her off my tongue. I avoided looking in the mirror to see the man she’d turned me into, because I was afraid I’d like it a little too much. Then I sauntered into the kitchen, snagging two water bottles from the refrigerator. It was a small gesture, but it felt important—like I needed to do something for her that wasn’t about sex, wasn’t about the track, wasn’t about keeping her afloat.
I turned off the lights, and when I stepped back into the doorway of the guest room, she was standing at the edge of the bed pulling the covers back, clearly about to crawl in. As if she really fucking thought she was going to sleep alone like none of this had happened.
She wore my shirt, and when she bent over, one knee on the bed, pink lace peeked out from underneath. I nearly dropped the water.
Nope. Absolutely not. Stop staring right fucking now.
I crossed the room just as she was crawling toward the pillows, set the bottles on the mattress, and grabbed her ankle.
She turned, blinking up at me, half-lidded and confused. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping alone after what just happened,” I murmured, already tugging her toward me and down the bed, my shirt riding up her torso and bunching underneath those perfect tits of hers. “No fucking way.”
“Callum,” she said in a breathy laugh, trying to pull back. “I’m fine. Really. You don’t have to?—”
“It’s not optional,” I said, giving her that look, the one that always made her stop talking mid-protest. “You just let me fall apart at your feet in the shower.I’mthe one who should be begging to stay inyourbed, but this is my home. And you’re not sleeping in another goddamn room.”
Her lips curved. “Possessive much?”
I had her at the foot of the bed now, legs falling over the edge. I stepped between them, leaned over, and brushed her damp hair away from her face. “Only when I’ve earned it.”
She rolled her eyes, but I could see how much she loved it by the flush that crept up her neck and into her ears. “You certainly earned it tonight.”
I chuckled, then pulled her to her feet and grabbed her hand. She swiped the water bottles at the last second, and then I led her down the hall and back into my room. The lights were already off, the air cool against our still-warm skin. I climbed into the bed first and held the covers open for her.
She set the water down on the nightstand, and when she climbed in, I pulled her against my chest. No words. No hesitation. Just warmth, familiarity, and trust. I held her the way I had inImola, only this time it felt deeper. More permanent. As if we’d crossed a line we didn’t want to come back from.
She tucked her head under my chin, her body curling naturally into mine, as though she’d been doing this with me for years. I slid a hand along her bare thigh, holding her against me, and exhaled slowly.
My mind started to race. What if this crossed a line? What if holding her made things harder tomorrow?
But then she shifted again, and my resolve crumbled like it was never there.
