Page 63 of Beastly Mountain Man

She opened them.

“Deeper.”

I shifted her closer on my lap and changed the angle.

Caprice gasped.

“That?”

“Yes. Again.”

I gave her another upward stroke at the same angle.

Her fingers slid into my wet hair as the pace built.

“Harder now.”

I tightened my hold on her hips and drove up into her harder.

Caprice moaned.

“Again.”

I did.

Water struck the tile around us while her voice and the sound of our bodies filled the shower.

She pulled me closer every time I thrust until we had almost no space left between us.

“You feel so fucking good.”

Caprice’s eyes flashed.

“Say more.”

The request went straight through me.

“I love how wet you are for me.”

Her lips parted.

I drove deeper.

“I love hearing you tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Yes.”

“And I love knowing you’ll tell me if I need to change anything.”

Caprice made a rough, breathless sound and dragged my mouth to hers.

She kissed me hard.

Then one hand slid between our bodies.

Her fingers found her clit.

My rhythm stumbled.