Relentless by Cindy Stark

fingers into his wet hair and tugged his head forward. 
    He was a goner.  The second her lips touched his, he knew he couldn't turn back.  He kissed her hard, demanding that something that had been missing in his life for so long.
    He turned, moving them under the spray of warm water, cupping her bottom and hauling her against him.  She fit him perfectly.  Streams of hot water rushed over her shoulders and breasts and pelted his hands where he held her to him.
    She tilted her head back into the stream and lifted her hands, pushing her wet hair out of her face.  Luke ran his hands down her sides to her waist and then up her stomach.  He hadn't thought he could get harder than he was, but the feel of her soft, slippery skin beneath his fingers left him with an aching, burning need to bury himself inside her.
    He cupped her breasts, holding the weight of them in his palms, running his thumbs across her nipples.  She arched her back, inviting him closer.
    He dipped his head, sucking a sweet nipple into his mouth, and reveled in the shiver that enveloped her.  She dug her fingers into his wet hair and held him there.  He'd be happy if she never let him go.
    He'd wanted this girl from the moment he'd first met her.  He'd wanted to touch her and hold her.  Now, he was, and it was more exquisite than anything he'd pictured.
    He lifted his head, finding her staring at him with eyes the color of midnight.  She parted her lips, her breasts heaving.  "Luke," she whispered. 
    Damn.  He'd never hear his name again without thinking of her. 
    He traced a water drop down her cheek.  She turned her face, catching his finger with her teeth, drawing him inside her mouth and sucking.  Shit.  If he got any harder, he'd blow here and now. 
    He removed his finger and kissed her, unable to stop her slow teasing from taking the sharp turn into hot and explosive.
    She closed her fingers around his shaft, smiling at his sharp intake of breath.  Her eyes, drunk with seduction, darkened as she caressed him.  Hot, pulsating need consumed him.  He groaned, pressing himself into her hand, taking a moment to enjoy the sweet ache her touch created. 
    He reached between them, removing her hand.  Turning her, cradling her back against his chest, he held the backs of her hands, leaving her palms free. 
    With their fingers entwined, he placed hers on her abdomen and slowly slid them upward over her slippery skin as steamy water pelted them.  He helped her cup her own breasts, testing them and massaging them.  She leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed, her mouth parted on a sigh.
    "See how good you feel?"  He took her pointer fingers and circled her nipples, and then flicked the crested buds with his thumbs.  "You're so beautiful, Lily.  So beautiful."
    She shivered and tried to turn in his arms.
    "Uh-uh.  Not done yet."  He trailed their linked hands down her sides and over her hips.  With deliberate slowness, he dragged her closer to the place he wanted to touch the most.
    She tried to hurry their descent.  "Touch me, Luke," she whispered.  "I'm going to die if you don't."
    "Trust me honey, I’m going down in flames with you."  He moved their hands to the sensitive place between her thighs, running her finger between her folds. 
    She bucked against him.  "Oh, Luke."
    He held her trembling finger as he retraced their path, this time delving deeper into her hot core.  Even from his place on the outskirts, her slick juices covered him.  "Lily.  You're so hot."  He sucked her earlobe into his mouth as he made her touch herself again. 
    Then he released her, searching for and finding her sensitive bud, totally turned on by the fact her hand remained as she continued to arouse herself.  She jerked again, went rigid, before she melted against him.
    Damn. 
    He turned her, her lust-glazed expression drawing him deeper into her sensual world.  "I need you, Lily."
    She slipped a hand around his neck,