In the bathroom

Andrew's POV

I leaned against the doorframe, watching the outline of her body through the frosted glass walls of the shower.

I didn't mean to follow her in here. I told myself I would give her space after the night we had but self control was never really one of my virtues, not when it came to her.

The blurred image of her head tilted back beneath the spray, water cascading over her curves, was more temptation than any man should be expected to bear. I couldn't deny the stirrings of arousal as her gaze traced the curves of her body.

I knocked lightly and the glass slid open with a soft click, steam rushing out to curl around me.

Her eyes met mine. There was no surprise in them this time, not like when I’d caught her touching herself before. Hunger burned in her gaze, the same fire raging in mine. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips. She had been expecting me.

Her nipples, hard and sharp against the cool air, drew my attention like a silent invitation.

Slowly and seductively, she bit her lower lip slowly. That single act broke my resolve, forcing me to move closer.

I pushed away from the wall, unbuttoning my shirt as I closed the distance. The steam hit me first, carrying her scent mixed with soap and raw heat.

She stepped back, letting me in.

The hot water drenched me instantly, soaking through my shirt, plastering it to my chest. She watched, biting her lip harder now as her gaze roamed over me, hungry and impatient.

She yanked the shirt off, tossing it aside, then I caught her chin between my fingers, forcing her eyes up to mine.

“You knew I’d come,” I murmured, my voice rough.

Her smirk widened. “I was hoping you would.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I crashed my mouth against hers, tasting her, devouring her, pouring every ounce of restraint I’d denied myself into that kiss. She melted into me, arms sliding around my neck, nails scratching lightly at my wet skin. The water poured over us both, but the heat between us made it feel like fire.

My hands roamed over her slick body, tracing her curves, cupping her ass, pulling her tight against the thick bulge straining in my trousers. She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, making me harder.

“Do you know what you do to me?” I growled against her lips, grinding her against my length.

“Show me,” she moaned.

I spun her, pressing her back against the hot tiles, water streaming down her face and chest. Her nipples brushed against me, hard and begging for attention. I lowered my mouth, sucking one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tight peak.

She gasped, arching against me, fingers tangling in my wet hair.

I teased, switching from one breast to the other, biting, sucking, until she was trembling in my arms. My hand slid down between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds, finding her already wet and needy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re ready for me.”

She whimpered, grinding against my hand, desperate.

I slid one finger inside her, curling it, and her body clenched around me instantly. A second finger followed, stretching her, working her open. She moaned loudly, head falling back against the tiles, lips parted in surrender.

“Say you want me,” I demanded, my thumb circling her swollen clit.

“I want you,” she gasped. “I need you, please—”

That was all I wanted to hear.

I freed myself from the confines of my trousers, my cock springing hard and ready into my hand. She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight, then back up to me with raw hunger.

I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as if they belonged there.

The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, hot and tight. I pushed in slowly, savoring the feel of her stretching around me, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt.

She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders, body trembling with the force of it.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I groaned, holding her against the wall, letting her adjust to my size.

Then I started to move.

Slow at first, grinding deep, making her whimper with each thrust. Then harder, faster, pounding into her as the water beat down on us, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the steamy room.

Her moans filled the air, desperate and uncontrollable, spurring me on. I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside her again and again until she was screaming my name, clutching me like she never wanted to let go.

Her release tore through her, body clenching tight around me, dragging me over the edge with her. With a guttural groan, I thrust deep one last time and spilled into her, every muscle in my body tensing with the force of it.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, her hands wrapped around me, my forehead pressed to hers, and both of us gasping for breath as the water washed over us.

Finally, I pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded but still burning with that same hunger.

“Last night wasn’t enough,” I whispered against her mouth. “And neither is this. I’ll never get enough of you.”

She smiled faintly, still breathless. “Then don’t stop trying.”

I kissed her again, gentler this time, and she responded to the kiss. For a precious moment, the world faded to nothing but the sound of our mouths moving together and the steady rush of water pouring on us.

“You want more?” I murmured, feeling the hard peaks of her nipples pressed against my chest.

“Yes.” She nodded, her voice barely a whisper.

I knew she still craved me, the same way I ached for more of her. But we had time, plenty of it. My mind drifted to a private club a friend of mine owned, the one I always visited whenever I was in San Francisco and wanted company.

Slowly, I lowered her, letting her slide down from my body until her feet touched the floor.

I reached for a bath towel, wrapping it around her, while I pulled on the robe. Leaning close, my lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “Clean up and get dressed. I want to take you somewhere.”