My cock wasn’t getting the message that sexy times were over. None of my body was. Despite the cold shower pounding over my skin, every part of me wanted to go back out to the living room and finish what Reese and I had started. Just the memory of her, half-naked, with her fingers wrapped around my erection made me groan. Bringing her here tonight was both the smartest and dumbest thing I’d ever done. I dropped my chin to my chest and turned the cold water tap on harder.

“Low?”

My head snapped up, my eyes widening as Reese’s dark head poked around the door. My gaze met hers through the clear glass of the shower screen, mischief written in the upward curve of her full lips. Shit. She’d be the death of me.

“Can I come in?”

“I think you already have.”

“True.” She pushed the door open wider and lifted a pile of fluffy white towels in her arms. “All the towels were out there. I figured you’d need one.”

“You could have just passed one through the door, you know,” I said dryly, my gaze following her as she crossed the room.

“You could have locked the door. But you didn’t.” She winked as she put the towels down on the sink and stood to face me. Fuck. She was still topless, the button on her jeans still undone. She was unashamed as her eyes roamed my body.

I sucked in a breath, loving the way her gaze lingered on my cock. “Why are you trying to kill me? I was just trying to get that”—I motioned to my junk—“under control. Blue balls are a real thing, you know.”

She laughed. “No, it isn’t.” She opened the shower door and leant against the frame, crossing her arms underneath her breasts. She jumped and took a step back when some of the spray bounced back at her. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about having a cold shower, were you? I’d planned on joining you, but that’s freezing. I’ll wait till you’re done.”

She turned to leave, but my hand shot out, circling her wrist, and with a quick yank, I pulled her into the chilly spray.

“Shit! Low!” she yelled, pulling back. “It’s freezing!”

A laugh erupted from somewhere deep in my chest and I pulled her closer, shielding her from the water with my back as I cranked up the hot tap. As soon as the water turned warm, I stepped out of the way, letting the heat warm her chilled skin.

Water poured over her head, down her face and chest in rivers and lower to soak the jeans she was still wearing. I chuckled. “Better?” This shower had gotten a whole lot better for me as soon as she’d walked into the room.

She opened her eyes. “Always better when I’m with you.”

My heart stuttered, and I brushed my lips across hers. “Me too.”

Her answering smile was soft, but it got lost as I kissed her again, deep and slow as my fingers tangled in the back of her hair. I tugged on it, tipping her head backwards, giving me better access to her mouth and throat, our bodies pressed together in all the places that mattered most. The tension between us changed, and I didn’t know if it was me or something I sensed in her, but the need for her intensified until I could barely breathe. Her hands dragged over my chest and down before she gripped my cock, stroking it once. Her eyes met mine and this time it was her asking permission. My hips jerked, my cock sliding in her wet grasp. Shit. Panic rose in me, but I stamped it down. I hadn’t wanted things to go this far, but fuck, I couldn’t stop her again. Not when I wanted it so bad. Not when tonight might be the only chance I had to be with her like this. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but if it brought bad news, I would still have this.

Her mouth turned up at the corner as she lathered soap in her palms, running it over my lower abs and letting it drip. Her soap slicked hand rolled over my shaft, and fuck me, it felt good. I’d come in about three seconds flat if I didn’t distract myself.

My fingers found the waistband of her jeans and I tugged her closer, undoing the zip and pushing them down her thighs. She let go of me long enough to step out of the soaked material before finding me again.

Her underwear was a tiny scrap of black lace that barely covered her. Everything within me coiled tight—my muscles, my gut, my balls. That tiny triangle of material was all that stood between the two of us being completely bare. This was torture, having her here, naked and willing but unable to do anything about it.

But that wasn’t entirely true. I may not have been able to lay her out and bury myself in her wet warmth the way I wanted to. But there were things I could do, things that would make her feel just as good as I felt right now.

“Reese.”

“Mmm?” She’d been watching her fingers slide around my cock. My balls tightened again. Fuck. I had to stop watching her before I came all over her hand prematurely. We might not have been able to have sex, but I didn’t want her thinking I couldn’t last the distance.

“I want to touch you. That’s okay? The doctor said, right?” I didn’t want to kill the moment, but I needed her reassurance more.

“Show me your hands.”

Without asking why, I held them out and she traced my fingers with the soap, one by one before she met my eyes. “See? You’re fine. No open cuts. You can touch me all you want.” I already knew it, but I needed her to say it. I needed her to agree this was okay.

“All I want, huh?” My hands slid up her arms and across her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as I went. “Like here?” Her eyes closed as she nodded. If there was any good to come from this whole mess of a situation, it was that waiting this long to be together made touching her now all the sweeter.

My hands traced the swell of her hips and lingered at the elastic of her shower-soaked underwear. My fingers tucked beneath it, ready to pull it off, but something stopped me. As flimsy as that tiny scrap of lace was, it was still a barrier. Still a reminder that although we were taking this to a new place, the old rules still applied.

My cock twitched in readiness, but I ignored it, sliding my hand over the triangle of lace, then under the edge to touch her with my fingers. I paused for a moment, as nerves erupted within my gut, but I wouldn’t put her at risk. Not in a million years would I get so carried away I’d do that to her. I couldn’t. But I didn’t need my cock to make her feel good.

My fingers slid through the wetness between her legs, eliciting a cry from her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re wet.”

Her eyes opened and she snorted. “We’re in a shower, Low.” She laughed, her eyes sparkling, her hair plastered to her face.

I ran my finger through her folds and circled her clit. She stopped laughing, her eyes closing again. “Not the kind of wet I meant and you know it.”

She nodded as her hand came back to my cock, and a groan escaped me. I ran my finger over her sensitive bunch of nerves, until her free hand clutched my arm, her nails digging into my skin. Then I slowly dipped one finger inside her. Her hand moved quicker over my length and I added another, my fingers sliding in and out of her, matching the pace she set. Her mouth dropped to my shoulder, her tongue licking water droplets from my skin.

A shudder ran through her, her walls clenching around my fingers as she cried out, the sound vibrating across my skin. Her legs went weak and she gripped me tighter as I ran my thumb over her clit, making her clench again. Having her here in my arms, watching her come undone, was the end of me.

“Fuck, Reese.” My balls drew up, my lower abs contracting as pleasure roared through me. She pumped me harder.

“Just—” I don’t know what I’d been about to say. Just be careful? Just don’t get that stuff anywhere near you? But she cut me off, her mouth covering mine, our tongues tangling. I came into her hand, unable to hold on any longer. I broke away from her mouth, something between pleasure and panic coursing through me, and watched as hot spurts shot from my tip, only to harmlessly wash down the drain by the water falling from the shower head.

Her hand stilled and my fingers slipped from her body. Our eyes met.

“You okay?”

I didn’t have to think about it.

“I’m fucking great.” I dropped my mouth and kissed the grin right off her face.