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“Enough edging,” he said between clenched teeth.
I narrowed my eyes, a challenging twitch playing at the corner of my mouth.
Maintaining a hold on my neck, he shifted forward off the bench and knelt between my legs. He kissed me hard, one hand in my hair and the other shifting up to hold my jaw. I was completely at his mercy, to kiss — or not kiss — as he so desired.
When the hand in my hair released, the one on my jaw pushed me down until I was laying on my back, my legs draped over his thighs. Thankfully the tile was warm from all the hot water otherwise it would have been far less enjoyable.
He let go of my face, trailing his fingers down my chest, down my abdomen and then disappearing altogether. In their absence, he bent down and kissed my wet skin, working upward to my mouth again.
As soon as I heard a distinctive cap flip open, I cupped my palm for him and spread the lubricant over us both.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
“God, I love you.” His lips reclaimed mine as he pushed his cock inside slowly. I cradled his face between my hands, deepening the kiss, savoring the feel of him. All of him. Not just his dick, but the way his hands touched me, the bruising way he kissed me, the way his hair dripped water from up above. Everything.
Steadily the rhythm increased, once he knew I’d adjusted. But there was still something off. He kissed me and he touched me, but he wasn’tconnectedlike normal. It was hard to pinpoint. Maybe it was the tile. The rough surface was scraping the hell out of my back, so I was sure his knees were probably on fire. Time to change tactics.
I pushed him back, trying to catch my breath in the process. “Now fuck me like you hate me.”
A dark smile curled his lips. “Stand up.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was on my feet and bracing against the tiled bench in a flash. Leander was seconds behind me, one hand on my hip while the other guided his cock back inside until he was in all the way.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing,” I exhaled, shifting one hand up to the wall for a more stable foundation.
“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He had both hands on my hips now, holding me firmly. Before I could answer, he rocked back and thrust in again. Slow, hard movements, his fingers digging into my slippery skin.
“Fuck yes it is.”
One of his hands swept up along my spine, probably distracted by the tile outline undoubtedly embossed on my back. If that’s what it was, it didn’t last long, since he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down against his pelvis, making each thrust that much harder, deeper.
His pace quickened, but the intensity didn’t slow at all. The hand on my shoulder slid over to my throat and clamped down, forcing me to stand straighter. Thank God we were nearly the same height. It made situations like this so much easier.
Since I didn’t have to brace myself against the wall anymore, I put my empty hands to work. One reached behind me and tangled in his wet hair, while the other jerked my cock in tandem with him.
When he bit the back of my neck, I was done for.
I managed to get out “I’m going to—” before coming all over the bench like a teenager with no self-control. Pretty sure the hand job earlier had something to do with it.
“Fuck, Bennett!” His grip on my throat tightened, almost a little too much, and he groaned into my shoulder. “Where do you want it?”
“I don’t care,” I said, gasping in a short breath between each word. That was the perk of the shower — cleanup was a breeze and the least of my concerns at the moment.
He gave a final thrust, burying himself inside of me, a strangled cry reverberating off the tile. Breathing hard, he pulled out carefully and staggered to the side of the shower, slumping against the wall.
Turning toward him, I tried to keep my expression neutral, even though I was on some level between “Um, ok,” and “What the fuck?!” This wasn’t right. Other than the mutually-assured orgasms, this wasn’tus— it wasn’thim. He didn’t pull out and just walk away. Ever. Even if he was, technically, still in the same space as me, the distance may as well have been as wide as the Grand Canyon.
“Leander?” I didn’t know what the hell I was going to say, but I had to fill the silence up withsomething.
He opened his eyes, but only gave me a quick glance before they dropped to the floor. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Mutely shaking my head, I let neutrality fall by the wayside, replacing it with full-blown confusion. It was a fair question, I suppose. But also unnecessary since we’d been far more aggressive with each other in the past and I’d never had an issue with it. It’s not like I was one to keep my mouth shut about, well,anything.
Closing his eyes again, he tipped his head against the wall. Even in that position, his brow was furrowed, the muscles in his jaw constricting. Usually sex cleared his mind, or at least quieted it, but he looked as troubled now as he did before.
Crossing the short distance, I pulled him against me and kissed the side of his neck. “My love…”
He didn’t answer the dozens of unasked questions in those two words. He simply wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head against mine, exhaling softly into the curve of my shoulder. “Mon coeur.”
