Bex stepped into the shower, and a surge of affection rolled over her as she saw what Gabe had done. He had taken the surprise in the dresser and done one more, lining up all of her favorite beauty products on the ledge and hanging a new loofah from the showerhead.

Bex smiled, and steam filled her vision. The year she’d turned ten, her family had taken a trip to Hawaii, driving south on Kauai toward Spouting Horn. They’d stopped at a pretty stretch of beach along the way, and the water was too blue and inviting to ignore. Sam was thirteen—that awkward age when he was starting to be too cool to hang out with his sister—so Bex dove into the water alone. She had been too far in her own head to notice the riptide dragging her to sea with greedy suction, but when she’d felt its grip, she’d panicked. Bex had fought for a while, thrashing against the water before her dad shouted to swim parallel to the shore and let the current pull her out to a safer point.

That’s what it felt like now, with Gabe. Bex’s feelings for him were this consuming passion that pulled her under like a riptide. When she stopped fighting it, that’s when she could finally breathe.

You love me?

Yeah, I do.

Bex knew he wanted to hear those three words back, and she appreciated his patience when she couldn’t say them outright. But she hoped that there—in his bed, in his shower—he knew how much of her was his. He’d claimed every inch of her. She was his. Even her heart.

Bex dipped her head back to let the water wash her face, shivering with anticipation as Gabe slid into the shower behind her. His erection pressed at her back, insistent, and he trailed his hands over her breasts to lightly pull her nipples to attention. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps, every touch a sweeping sensation that rolled through her body.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

He gently bit her earlobe. “Glad to hear it.”

She was still loose-limbed from the orgasm on the bed, and she leaned back against him, her body lax, to give him more access. He reached past her for the body wash, squirting some of her favorite kind into his palms so that the whole shower smelled like oranges.

Gabe washed her, the act so intimate and caring that tears rose in Bex’s eyes. But the touch turned sensual fast as he slid the soapy water up her inner thigh, then circled her clit and demanded to be felt.

Bex smiled as he reached for the body wash again. This time his fingers trailed backward from her aching sex, parting the seam of her ass cheeks to wash her reverently.

“You ready for me tonight, honey?” His seductive gaze made her lose her breath.

“I couldn’t be more ready.”

“Good girl.”

He sank to his knees on the tiled floor and kissed a line from her inner thigh straight up, pulling her tender clit into his mouth once more.

“If you keep fucking me with your tongue, I’m not going to be able to stand up anymore,” she protested, but she couldn’t help leaning into his touch as he brought her to orgasm once more.

“You’re spoiling me,” she whispered, the sound of water in her ears.

“Good. You deserve it. Now find the lube on the shelf and touch yourself.”

“I don’t want to touch myself. I want you to do it for me.” As many times as she’d brought herself pleasure over the years—for her job, for her fun—her own hands didn’t hold the same heat as his touch. The knowledge hit her sideways—she’d come to crave his exact touch, the way he worshipped her body with his own. Maybe there was no substitute for the real thing.

Gabe grinned. “Oh, I’ll be there in a minute.”

He leaned back against the tile, unhurried, his eyes darkening as she followed his instructions. Bex’s hands grasped, greedy, and her skin felt overly sensitive. She bit her lower lip and held back a cry as her slick fingers found her most receptive spot.

“That’s so sexy, honey. I love watching you give yourself pleasure. Keep going.”

A draft of cold air blew across her heated skin as Gabe stepped out of the shower. He left a trail of puddles on the floor as he retrieved something from the vanity drawer.

He returned a minute later carrying a vibrator from Bex’s collection.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to use toys,” she said.

“I told you that you couldn’t use them without me. I never said anything about not using them with me.”

He’d thought of everything, and Bex moaned at the possibility of the vibrator’s touch. This particular model was slim but powerful. One of her bestsellers.

“This one’s waterproof, right?” Gabe confirmed.

She nodded.

“Good. Well, it’s going inside you while I fuck your pretty ass.”

Just the sound of his words and the promise in them made her inner muscles clench hard. “Yes,” she breathed.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

Bex complied, her body so, so alert, and so achingly tender. Gabe hugged her from behind, his body hard and protective around hers as he shielded her from the spray of water. He squirted some lube onto his hands and dripped more between her ass cheeks. Then he slipped a finger inside her, pushing gently as her body opened with sweet surrender.

Like before, the sensation of being touched in such an intimate place stripped Bex bare, and a moan ripped from her throat. How had she come to crave this dark touch so much? How could Gabe get her so crazy and wild from something she didn’t even know she liked until now?

Gabe’s low chuckle rose above the sound of the pounding water. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes. I do.” He had given her this gift of exploration, of finding something new to crave that she’d never considered for herself before. It felt delicious—the sin and trust all blended together.

Gabe kept up a leisurely pace, stroking her with his fingers, his other hand drawing across her hip to find her clit again. She sparked with electric connection, and her hips circled for him, involuntary.

Bex reached between them, finding his cock hard and thick and ready. “More,” she asked. “Come inside me.”

She leaned her forehead on the wall and heard another plastic click as the lube opened again. This time, the tremors that shook her body were expectant ones. The head of Gabe’s cock pushed between her cheeks.

“Ready?”

“Please.”

He pushed into her, slowly at first, and pleasure and a tiny bite of pain mixed inside her as she adjusted to his size. The overwhelming fullness seemed to push the air from her lungs, and she gasped for breath.

“Ah, god, Bex. You’re so hot.”

“All for you.” She rocked back on Gabe, accepting him, while his hands gripped her hips. Bex spun a finger over her clit, and the joy of the sensation helped her relax into the foreign feeling of him inside her.

“You okay?” Gabe asked. She could hear the restraint in his voice, the way he was holding back. He wanted more, and she was ready for him.

“Fuck me now,” she commanded, and he swiveled his hips, bringing a surge of pleasure to her. But he held back, going slow.

“Now the toy, Bex.” She handed it to him, and he slipped it inside her slit.

“I feel so full,” she moaned. Her whole body was consumed, possessed. She braced herself on the wall—the tiles cool against her skin, Gabe hot against her back—and the steam filled the room like she was inside a dream.

“Don’t turn it on yet,” she gasped. “It’ll be too much.”

He soothed her with a kiss on the shoulder, one hand holding the toy in place, pulsing it into her while he continued fucking her, filling her.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he admitted as he stroked into her. The shower filled with the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin—everything slippery, every touch heightened by the lube, by the water, by the feeling of him everywhere.

Bex’s heart pounded in her heaving chest, and her body swayed with absolute bliss. The toy hit the end of her, and a delightful burst of pleasure shot through her. And then Gabe turned it on.

Holy shit.

“How do you feel now?” Gabe asked as the vibrator buzzed through her. He was getting rougher as he lost control, his breath erratic and his strokes harder.

Bex’s orgasm was building, remaking the shape of her desire. “Keep going,” she begged him, her body on fire for him. He thrust into her, and her whole body shook, everything sensation—the touch of her hands, his hands, his cock, the toy.

Her orgasm hit her fast, so explosive and powerful that she couldn’t even announce it before she shattered. He had asked her to jump with him, and she was still somewhere in the air.

“You have no idea how much I love that sound, honey.” And then Gabe was coming, too, with a pulse and a gentle sting as he filled her with cum.

Bex sagged into his arms, and her heart exploded along with him, the sound of falling water in her ears. “I’m yours, Gabe.”

He gave her a radiant smile. “I know, honey. I know.”