Chapter 24

me were already waking everything up again.

His palms slid over my wet skin, soapy and slick. He cupped my breasts first, thumbs brushing my nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. I moaned softly and arched into his touch. He kissed the side of my neck, open mouthed and slow, teeth grazing lightly before he sucked the skin there. A small mark bloomed under his lips. I shivered and pressed back against him harder.

One hard stayed on my breast, squeezing gently, rolling my nipple between his fingers. The other drifted lower-over my stomach, across my hip, then between my thighs. He parted me with two fingers, sliding through the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. I gasped. My head fell back against his shoulder.

“You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured against my ear. His voice was low and rough. “Even after everything we just did

I whimpered in response. His fingers circled my clit slowly-teasing, light, maddening. My hips rocked forward instinctive chasing more pressure. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.

“Not yet,” he said. “I want to feel you come again. Slow this time.”

He slipped one finger inside me. I was still sensitive from before, but the stretch felt good-deliciously/full. He curled it slowly, stroking that spot deep inside that made my thighs shake. Then he added a second finger. Thrust gently. His thumb kept circling my clit in perfect, patient rhythm.