Page 118 of Lost & Found

“Open them,” he hissed. “I want to see you finish what you started.”

Had he lost his mind? I gulped, feeling my heart race as I tried to compartmentalize what was happening. There was no way I could, not with him here. Not with him looking at me like this.

“Pasha…Please.”

He stepped closer. “Pretty sure I heard you ask me to fuck you. Unless you have another Lev hiding somewhere?”

My breath stuttered. “I…don’t think—”

“You don’t think what? I know what I heard.” His free hand hovered at my wrist, waiting. “You were so close.”

He nudged the shower-head closer, and the spray shifted. My thighs reacted before my brain did. I sucked in a breath.

“Now be my good girl and move your fucking hands so I can watch you. You’ll do it, because you already denied me that privilege earlier. And I’m not leaving until you come for me.”

I whimpered. He was right. I was absolutely about to go over when he spoke up. If he hadn’t, I would have easily done so. The pause in direct contact with my clit had calmed me down, but not enough to want to stop.

Hence why I engaged him with stupid questions instead of shrieking at him to get out, like I should have.

“Do you call someone else by my nickname?” he crooned.

I shook my head stupidly. His whiskey-colored eyes were hooded with desire. That look couldn’t be for me, could it?

Hell yeah, it was.

What was happening? Forget the damned butterflies. It was like a swarm of eagles were trying to break free from years of being in cages. The sensation stole my breath. And any semblance of a refusal, too.

He moved the stream up a small fraction of an inch. My head fell back in response. Each drop of warm water running over my pussy was torture. Widening my stance, I gripped his forearms, committing myself to this insane act.

It was Pasha. He was safe. If I’d learned anything, it was that.

And bloody hell, it was fucking amazing. My pussy was screaming—this was what it was made for. Pleasure. Back and forth, the stream hit my clit until all the pent-up frustration in my body was hanging on the ledge.

“You’ve done this before,” he said.

My hips jerked. “Yes,” I moaned.

“Such a naughty girl. Were you waiting for me to leave to come in here?”

He effortlessly adjusted the stream harder. A soft moan ripped from my throat along with his name.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Mmmmm,” I whispered. It was all I could muster.

It was so fucking intense. Pleasure rushed through my veins, and soft whimpers escaped my lips. I was right on the precipice of letting go and coming for him. His aim was perfection. I wanted to hold back, ride it out longer.

“So typical of you, quiet even in this. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

He shifted his body, lowering the spray for a moment to my entrance.

“Pasha,” I dragged his name out on a long moan. “Please,” I added.

I moved my hands away from my breasts, barring them to him. His eyes widened.

“Damn you’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?”

Embarrassment took a vacation, leaving me standing at a new crossroads. Freedom. It waited for me. All I had to do was let go and sink into this moment with him. So I did. My hips rocked into his hand. Into the water. He controlled.