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Harley lets out a raspy laugh, a beautiful smile on her face.
“We’re almost done,” she yells, ratting us out.
Silence is the response, and I doubt my brother will try to hurry us again.
I smile down at her, shaking my head. I guess him finding out where this is going sooner is…better.
“You’re so bad,” I say hoarsely, stepping dangerously closer to her.
She smiles up at me, but it slowly melts off as her eyes drop down, focused only on my mouth. I have no choice now. What she wants is obvious, and who am I to deny this woman?
My head descends, mouth capturing hers, the water licking over us with approval. She’s so sweet, the most delectable, rich dessert at the potluck. The one everybody wants and you race toward it to get the last piece. My mouth is desperate, lips hungry and viciously devouring her. She reaches up a hand to grab for my neck, the desperation in her clear.
We have to do this now. She wants it. I want it. Why shouldn’t we have it?
A feminine moan fills our perfect haven, her leg hitching up over my hip. I instinctively grip her knee. I’m pressing into her, so desperate for contact that I can’t fathom not having it. Our tongues are scraping over teeth, sucking, overwhelmed with the sensations. I strangely feel like I won’t be able to survive outside of this shower, like life without a nearly naked, writhing Harley suctioned to me is unfathomable.
We don’t fight it; giving in without resistance isn’t even difficult. I’ve never been educated with how this works, but my instincts are leading me to the ideal place. I’m pulling down her strappy underwear with my fingernails, greedily searching for the pot at the end of the rainbow. I have to have it.
I’ve waited twenty-one years, but I will not wait another moment. I don’t care about her secrets, my parents’ disapproval, none of it. She’s mine—forever. I’ll fight until the end of my days to claim her, protect her.
Suddenly, delicate hands stop my frantic movements to position myself between her legs.
“Adam,” she says, voice shaky.
“Wha—baby—what?” I manage to voice through the haze of lust. I’m pressed up against her, ready to make it happen any second.
“Let’s—let’s wait,” she says. Her voice is firm, but I sense a hint of reluctance.
“Wha—what?” I barely form the words, gripping myself hard enough to cause pain. Does she not want it?
“I just—I don’t want you to…regret anything.”
I look down into her blue eyes, searching for the source of her hesitation. “I—I won’t. I won’t regret it,” I gasp. “Will you?” Now, I’m hesitating. I don’t want any part of this if she doesn’t.
She seemed so into it just moments ago…
She lifts a hand to my face, cradling my jaw. “Oh, baby, I do. I want you. I just want it to be right. You have…convictions. I don’t want to be the one that makes you…neglect them. We haven’t even talked about…our beliefs,” she murmurs, staring up at me with vulnerability.
She wants to know if this is what I want, and I smile at her concern for me.
“Yes…yes, I want this. I do. I want you…more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire existence,” I confess, tilting my head down to hers, our heads gently touching, breath filling the gap. I can’t lie to her.
“You want it…now?” she asks. Her hands around my neck tighten, her flawless form cradled in my arms.
I open my eyes to study her, trying to determine what she’s getting at.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I met you,” I say softly, my eyes trying to communicate how sincerely I mean it, desperately searching hers.
She closes them, breathing in. Several beats pass before she opens them again to look up at me through the downpour.
“You’re every perfect thing I ever thought existed. You’re like a fairy tale in real life. I know I’m the bad girl, but…I don’t want to ruin your hard-earned state of purity,” she confesses, taking a small step back from me.
My arms release her, feeling the emptiness overcoming me.
Reality crashes in, and I suddenly feel despicable. She’s just been visited by some vile man from her past, who clearly took advantage of her.
Now, I’ve got her in the shower, about to have sex with her when we haven’t even been on a date yet. How am I any different from that scumbag?
