Now, in the shower, I stare up at those same deep, dark brown eyes, ringed in honey, and I find myself reliving that day in the vineyards all over again. “That was your first kiss?” I ask, my voice going lower, softer. My forehead creases. “But, you went to the spring formal with Sally before that trip.”

“Keeping track of my dates, were you?” He arches an eyebrow. “And here I thought our vineyard day was a pleasant accident.”

“I wasn’t keeping track of anything about you. Not like you, stalking my family vacation,” I shoot back.

He laughs. “That was business. This is something else.” His hands slip down to my waist, tighten around it. “As for Sally Jones, I have to admit, I did have a crush on her. Until the spring formal started, and she spent the first five dances complaining my ear off about what all the other girls’ corsages looked like; whose was bigger, what kind of flowers I should have brought her instead…”

I snort and roll my eyes. “Still. You sat at the jock table all the time. You were always surrounded by girls. You seemed so… I don’t know.” I shrug one shoulder. “Experienced.”

“Trust me, I got there eventually,” he says, eyes alight with amusement. Then he reaches up to tip my chin back, tilting my face toward his. “But you corrupted me first.” Then he leans in to kiss me again, and it’s different this time, a slow burn. It reminds me of that first kiss of ours somehow, all fire and building heat, except this time we both know what we’re doing. When his tongue parts my lips, it’s to curl against mine with ease. His hands slip under the hem of my shirt. One reaches up toward my bra, the other slides around to my belly. He flattens one hand against my belly, presses me between his hands, so I can feel one against my spine and one on my navel, like he’s holding me between them.

I shiver with desire, let my head fall back as he kisses his way down my jawline, my neck. One hand of his undoes the clasp of my bra in a single flick, and the other comes to rest on the button of my jeans.

“I want you, Holly,” he breathes into the crook of my neck, as his fingers deftly undo my jeans. “Let me finish what we started all those years ago.” He tilts his forehead against mine and gazes into my eyes. “I want to fuck you, Holly. Right here, right now. I can’t wait any longer.”

I catch my breath, my tongue darting across my lips. This is a terrible idea, part of me screams. But a bigger part, the part that’s wondered about Darius for years, the part that’s been so fucking turned on since we started making out that I’ve barely been able to think, doesn’t care.

So I reply. “Fuck yes,” I breathe. It’s all I can manage in this state, my head abuzz with sensations. But he doesn’t waste time. He pushes my jeans down, and drops down to kiss my hips, his tongue tracing along the arch of the bone. I arch up against him, and he smiles, his lips carving a half-moon into my hot skin. He runs both hands over my ass, and pulls my hips toward his face. His teeth catch the edge of my panties, bite down, teasing. Then he releases them and glances up at me.

Kneeling in front of me, his hair a mess, and getting even messier as I reach down to run my hands through it, he’s somehow never looked hotter. Especially when he grins that devil-may-care grin of his up at me.

“How loud do you think I can make you scream my name, do you think?” he asks casually, head tilted.

My lips part, but before I can respond, his teeth catch my panties again, and this time he tugs them downward with a swift yank. I shiver as the cool air of the now-empty shower house hits my bare pussy. I’m already soaking wet, something that doesn’t escape Darius’s attention for long. He slides one hand between my thighs and drags a finger along my slit, rough and sudden enough to make me gasp.

When he draws his finger back, he smirks at me again, the tip of his finger positively glistening with my juices. “Been having dirty thoughts about me, Holly?” He places his fingertip into his mouth and sucks it clean, eyes fluttering half-shut the same way they used to when he was savoring grapes, only now it’s me he’s sampling instead.

“Maybe,” I admit, my voice coming out soft and breathy.

He spreads my legs with both hands, and even kneeling, he’s still strong enough to control the show. He pins me against the shower door, and I arch my hips up so he can slide his hands around my ass, squeezing just hard enough to draw a soft gasp from me. “I can’t wait to make you come,” he says. Then his mouth is on my pussy, and his tongue slides between my nether lips, tracing along the length of my slit in slow, hard strokes.

I moan a little, softly at first, but growing louder as he tongues me faster. Then he points his tongue in a thick spear-shape and plunges it between my folds, deep into my pussy, and I can’t hold back any longer. I cry out louder this time, my voice echoing in the tight confines of the shower stall, nothing but one flimsy door separating us from the rest of the shower room, not to mention all of our colleagues outside.

I should be worried about someone overhearing us. I should be freaking out about the rumors we’d start if the heir to the Bantham empire was caught with Spring Valley’s soon to be owner. But I can’t make myself care about any of that right now. All I can think about is Darius, and that fucking mouth of his.

“Fuck yes,” I say again, louder this time, losing any sense of control. “Right there.”

He tongues me faster, thrusting his tongue in and out of me now. Then he curls the tip, and I clench my fists in his hair, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth because fuck, he feels so fucking good. He draws out of me a little, just enough to flick his tongue over my clit, and since my clit has already been swollen with want all day, aching for release, just that is enough to make my hips buck involuntarily against his face.

“Darius,” I moan, and he takes that as an invitation, licking and sucking at me faster, harder. Before long, I’m nearing the edge, and it’s all I can do to keep standing on my own two feet, my knees shaking. But Darius keeps hold of my ass, squeezing hard enough to give me balance even as he tongues me hard and fast.

“I’m going to come,” I pant, my heart racing, every nerve ending in my body on fire. “Fuck, Darius, I’m going to come, dammit.”

He only smiles in response, and keeps tonguing me with the same speed, the same power. The orgasm hits all at once, and I cry out, a nonsense shout, my voice echoing even louder this time. I nearly collapse forward—I would have, if not for Darius’s strong arms bracing me, holding me up against the door, even as he continues to lick and suck at my pussy, lapping up every last drop of my juices as they spill from me. My muscles clench and release from the force of the orgasm, and when Darius finally draws back and leans in to kiss my clit one last time, the light touch of his lips on my mound makes me jump again.

He laughs and stands before me. “You are incredibly sensitive, you know,” he comments, cupping one hand around the back of my neck. “I can’t wait to feel what it’s like to be inside you.” Then he leans in to kiss me, hard and unrelenting. I part my lips, letting him take control, giving in to whatever he desires. I can taste myself on his tongue, and somehow that makes the kiss that much hotter, knowing where his mouth just was.

We part, and I gaze at him with my eyes half-shut, glazed with the aftermath of the climax that just hit me. What am I doing? I think, wildly, staring up at him. Feeling the rush in my body, the pounding of my pulse, all thanks to the son of my family’s biggest enemy.

“That is, unless you’re having second thoughts,” Darius adds, as if reading my mind.

I swallow once, hard. But the orgasm he just gave me is too fresh in my mind. Not to mention his sexy as hell body, pressed against mine. With only a towel between us. “Not a chance in hell,” I respond, and with that, I reach for his towel and yank it aside.

He lets it drop easily, and my eyes widen at the sight of his cock as it springs free. I knew he was large; I could feel him pressing against me through the fabric of the towel, thick and rock hard with desire for me. But I didn’t know how large he’d be. Long and thick, curved ever so slightly at the tip like his cock is beckoning to me. I drop both hands to wrap them around his shaft, and I marvel at how thick he feels between my hands, how it takes both of them together to wrap completely around his base.

“That’s right, Holly,” he murmurs, his hands slipping between us to part my pussy lips, stroking me slowly, gently. He’s careful not to touch my clit again so soon, knowing that I’m still sensitive. But even when he’s not touching me directly, I still feel little aftershocks of pleasure ricocheting through my body with every few strokes of his deft fingertips.

I start to drag my hands up and down his shaft, tightening my grip to hold him between. I savor the velvety smooth feel of his cock, such a contrast with the rock hard steel shaft beneath. It makes me want to explore him further, take him into my mouth and suck him off the way he licked me. But before I can drop to my knees, his hands leave my pussy and slide up to my shoulders instead, getting my attention.

“Lift your leg, Holly,” Darius tells me, his voice low and confident.

I do as he says without even thinking. He catches my leg, wraps it around his waist, and steps forward so I’m pinned even more tightly against the door.

“Now the other one,” he orders, and I catch my breath, eyes on his once more.

“But,” I start, and he speaks over me.

“Do you trust me?”

I was about to say we’re standing in a wet shower, where either of us could slip easily. Or point out that I weigh more than I look like I do. But his eyes lock onto mine, and he’s so damn confident, I can’t help but want to let him take control. “I do,” I reply, and his smile widens.

“Good. Then lift your other leg.”

I arch my back against the door for purchase and raise my other leg. He catches me under the thigh with one hand and raises me up easily, holding me in place in midair with what seems like almost no effort on his part. I’m still marveling over that when he steps in closer to me again, and I wrap both legs tight around his waist, hooking one ankle over the other to keep them in place.

The tip of his cock presses against my pussy lips. He stops, then, and a groan of frustration escapes me.

“I can go and get a condom if you’d like,” he says, and I almost want to scream in impatience. But I manage to keep myself under control.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” But I grin at him, pleasantly surprised that he asked.

His smile widens, too. “Good,” he answers. “Because I want to feel every inch of you, Holly.” Then, without any more warning, all at once, he thrusts forward into me, driving his cock deep into my pussy.

I cry out again, my back arching to allow him better access. He draws back a little, thrusts forward once more, stretching my pussy, making me ache so fucking good.

He reaches up to cup the back of my neck with one hand, his other still gripping my ass to hold me pinned against the stall door. He slides his fingers through my hair, clenches them just hard enough to tilt my head back and gaze deep into my eyes. “Tell me how it feels to have my cock inside you,” he commands, those dark eyes searching mine.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moan, a little self-conscious at first. I’ve never talked dirty much before. But I’m encouraged by the way his eyes light up, and by the way just saying those words makes my blood boil hotter. He draws out of me once more, and while he does, I try talking again. “You feel so thick and hard and—fuck,” I gasp, as he thrusts into me once more, and those sensations grow more intense.

“Your pussy is fucking incredible, Holly.” Darius leans in to nip at my ear gently, drawing out, thrusting into me again. “So tight and wet for me…” He thrusts again, again, and my breath comes faster, my heart racing as the sensations in me start to build.

But what really does it is Darius sucking on my earlobe gently, then whispering against my neck, “I want to feel you come with my cock inside you.”

My pussy clenches involuntarily at his words, the heat already built up in my belly increasing to a bonfire now. “Yes,” I moan, hardly aware that I’m talking. “Yes, please, I want to come for you.”

His thrusts speed up, and I rock my hips against his with every thrust, no longer worried about him dropping me. I trust him completely. He drives into me, the door behind me rattling in time with the pace we set, and eventually, I tighten my legs around him, my ankles hooked around each other, my hands tight around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Right there, fuck, right there Darius,” I moan, my head tilting back. He arches his hips and his cock drags along my front inner wall, the tip curved in just the right spot to stroke along my G-spot. After that, I can’t hang on for long. “I’m coming,” I hear myself shout, a shout that’s answered by an echo through the bathroom, as Darius thrusts deep inside me again, again, and…

The climax hits with the force of a tidal wave. I cry aloud, no words, just a jumble of sounds. My pussy convulses around Darius’s cock, and my body shakes, but he holds me in place, keeps me steady. He keeps fucking me too, keeps thrusting into me over and over until, when the orgasm finally allows me to open my eyes once more, I realize he’s close to the edge too.

“I want to come inside you, Holly,” he growls.

“Fuck yes,” I moan. “Do it; fill me with your cum.” I don’t know where these words are coming from; I’ve never talked dirty before in bed, not like this. But they turn me on even more, and the look on Darius’s face, one of pure lust and animal desire, makes it all worth it.

He comes inside me with a guttural growl, and I gasp at the sensation of his hot juices spilling into me. It soothes the ache in my pussy, makes me feel white-hot from the inside out. He pumps against me again and again, and I clench hard around him like I’m milking every last drop from him.

When he finally slows, and reaches down to grip my thighs, I unhook my ankles from around his waist. He lowers me slowly to the bathroom floor, but even once my feet are on the floor again, I’m still shaky. I lean against the shower door, heart and lungs racing, and Darius keeps his hands wrapped tight around my waist to steady me, making sure I’m all right on my feet.

“That was…” I start to say, but trail off, unsure how to even put it into words. “Fuck,” I finally finish, half-laughing, before I steal a glance up at Darius.

As for him, he’s gazing down at me like he’s never seen a woman like me before. Like I’m something special, unique. It makes me feel warm all the way from my chest to the tips of my toes. “Fuck indeed,” he finally replies in a low whisper. Then he cracks a small, secret smile, one meant just for me. “I’ve waited a long time to have you, Holly. But I’ve got to say, you surpassed my every fantasy.” He leans in, and I can’t help myself. I tilt my head back and let his lips find mine, let him kiss me again, slow and deep, in a way that feels all too familiar.

I should not be doing this.