me.”
“I—”
“I want to see it!” she snapped, putting her other hand over his and trying to pull it off.
He laughed. “Okay, okay. Let me help you.”
“Show me what you like,” she said, putting her other hand on his arm.
“Okay.” He moved his hand gently over hers and guided it up and down, tight and slow, savoring the feel of it. Her searing eyes rested on him, and the fact that she was watching him so intently was hot as well.
He’d never been watched like that.
He kept his eyes on hers as she moved over his wet, slick flesh. Her hand barely fit around him but felt wonderful each time they moved together.
She growled and came closer, as close as she could while still holding him, and began to stroke harder and faster. He left her hand on him and reached for her, making her catch her breath as he began to stroke her as well. She was panting, breathing heavily with the exertion of enduring his pleasure while trying to give her own.
Wyatt could feel his body drawing tight in anticipation of coming, but he wouldn’t go without her. He pressed a little harder, directly over her nub, moving slightly side to side, and with a little scream, she came hard, and her hand on him going tighter was enough to kick him over the edge. He held her tight as they both came, covered in steam and running water.
He’d never felt anything better in his life. The pleasure surging through him was all-consuming, the feel of her in his arms was all-important. The way she screamed his name as her nails dug into his back was euphoric, even as he felt something like lightning moving through him.
He felt his own nails extend but pulled them back. He could be patient. He could wait.
Or go without, if she never wanted that. But right now, holding her, watching her go while his own orgasm surged through him, all he could think about was just how well they fit together. Just how much she meant to him.
Somehow, he’d definitely grown to love her. And his heart would be torn in half if she ever left.
He buried his head in her shoulder and let water stream over them, their hearts pounding in tandem.
Just please don’t let this ever end. I can’t live without her.
His eyes flew open at the thought. He was in far too deep, and there was no way anyone could throw him a lifeline. He’d just have to hope he could find a way to convince Valerie to stay. Because he could no longer imagine a life without her.
12
V alerie felt an odd sensation running through her, humming just under her skin and inside her nails as she sank them into Wyatt’s back, clawing a pattern and marking her pleasure.
Everything he did to her felt amazing, and watching him go with her, seeing him desperate to give her pleasure even as she wanted to watch him come, had been hotter than she could have ever imagined.
At the same time, as he held her, so tight his whole body tensed as water splashed and streamed over them, she could tell he was serious about this.
Doubt niggled at her, making her wonder if she’d made a mistake, pushing him into this.
She didn’t want anything long term, though she was rethinking it the more she experienced this mind-blowing pleasure and how good it felt to be in his arms.
She couldn’t imagine promising herself to anyone. Being with them forever. But she also couldn’t imagine ever being without this, unable to do it with Wyatt.
She had a feeling no one else would ever feel this good.
She still didn’t know about men in general, and she still knew freedom was most important to her.
But she also knew she liked Wyatt, and he made things that had always seemed awful suddenly seem good and plausible.
She shook her head and held him closer. Perhaps if they just stayed like this, wet, in the shower, with the silence and the steam and the running water, they’d never have to face the consequences of what they’d done, emotional or otherwise.
She wished she could promise him staying forever and being the perfect
“I—”
“I want to see it!” she snapped, putting her other hand over his and trying to pull it off.
He laughed. “Okay, okay. Let me help you.”
“Show me what you like,” she said, putting her other hand on his arm.
“Okay.” He moved his hand gently over hers and guided it up and down, tight and slow, savoring the feel of it. Her searing eyes rested on him, and the fact that she was watching him so intently was hot as well.
He’d never been watched like that.
He kept his eyes on hers as she moved over his wet, slick flesh. Her hand barely fit around him but felt wonderful each time they moved together.
She growled and came closer, as close as she could while still holding him, and began to stroke harder and faster. He left her hand on him and reached for her, making her catch her breath as he began to stroke her as well. She was panting, breathing heavily with the exertion of enduring his pleasure while trying to give her own.
Wyatt could feel his body drawing tight in anticipation of coming, but he wouldn’t go without her. He pressed a little harder, directly over her nub, moving slightly side to side, and with a little scream, she came hard, and her hand on him going tighter was enough to kick him over the edge. He held her tight as they both came, covered in steam and running water.
He’d never felt anything better in his life. The pleasure surging through him was all-consuming, the feel of her in his arms was all-important. The way she screamed his name as her nails dug into his back was euphoric, even as he felt something like lightning moving through him.
He felt his own nails extend but pulled them back. He could be patient. He could wait.
Or go without, if she never wanted that. But right now, holding her, watching her go while his own orgasm surged through him, all he could think about was just how well they fit together. Just how much she meant to him.
Somehow, he’d definitely grown to love her. And his heart would be torn in half if she ever left.
He buried his head in her shoulder and let water stream over them, their hearts pounding in tandem.
Just please don’t let this ever end. I can’t live without her.
His eyes flew open at the thought. He was in far too deep, and there was no way anyone could throw him a lifeline. He’d just have to hope he could find a way to convince Valerie to stay. Because he could no longer imagine a life without her.
12
V alerie felt an odd sensation running through her, humming just under her skin and inside her nails as she sank them into Wyatt’s back, clawing a pattern and marking her pleasure.
Everything he did to her felt amazing, and watching him go with her, seeing him desperate to give her pleasure even as she wanted to watch him come, had been hotter than she could have ever imagined.
At the same time, as he held her, so tight his whole body tensed as water splashed and streamed over them, she could tell he was serious about this.
Doubt niggled at her, making her wonder if she’d made a mistake, pushing him into this.
She didn’t want anything long term, though she was rethinking it the more she experienced this mind-blowing pleasure and how good it felt to be in his arms.
She couldn’t imagine promising herself to anyone. Being with them forever. But she also couldn’t imagine ever being without this, unable to do it with Wyatt.
She had a feeling no one else would ever feel this good.
She still didn’t know about men in general, and she still knew freedom was most important to her.
But she also knew she liked Wyatt, and he made things that had always seemed awful suddenly seem good and plausible.
She shook her head and held him closer. Perhaps if they just stayed like this, wet, in the shower, with the silence and the steam and the running water, they’d never have to face the consequences of what they’d done, emotional or otherwise.
She wished she could promise him staying forever and being the perfect
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