The shower in the bathroom turns on. Light streams through the curtains. It's bright. I can barely keep my eyes open.

I drag myself out of bed. The room is messy—comforter and clothing in a heap on the floor. Miles was here last night. Miles is still here. He's in my shower.

We had sex—my first time—and it was amazing.

I pick his t-shirt up off the floor and pull it over my head. There's something enticing about it. It's soft, and it smells like him.

I knock on the bathroom door.

He shouts something, but it's muffled by the water.

"Can I come in?"

The water turns off. "Door's open."

I turn the handle. So it is. I step inside the bathroom.

And there's Miles, behind the glass door of my shower, naked.

He pulls the door open. "Good morning."

I nod, mumbling something that isn’t technically a word.

Damn, what a view. Light is streaming through the room, surrounding him with a soft glow. He looked amazing last night, but I couldn't see him with this kind of detail.

He's chiseled, like he's made out of stone. Water drips off his broad shoulders and chest, rolling down his six-pack, all the way to that perfect V.

Miles clears his throat. "You don't have to make it so obvious that you want me."

"It's not obvious."

He smirks and turns the water back on. I do my best not to stare at him while I brush my teeth. His reflection—right in the middle of the mirror—makes it difficult.

Miles is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And he's naked in my bathroom.

He catches me staring at him, and he smiles that same smug smile. His gaze passes over me, resting on my ass.

He pulls the shower door open a few inches. "I know you want me, Meg, but you don't have to come in here half-naked."

"I want nothing but caffeine."

"I don't believe you."

I rinse off my toothbrush and replace it. "What do you believe?"

"You fell asleep last night."

My cheeks flush. "You wore me out."

He motions come here. His eyes light up. "I still owe you one."

"What?"

"Three orgasms." He makes that same come here motion. "A promise is a promise. Though I'm thinking I'll go for four."

I bite my lip. I'm thinking that will send me into a coma. No medical basis for such a theory, but I'm holding to it. "Total or right now?"

"Only one way to find out."

There's a naked rock star in my bathroom threatening me with orgasms. What the hell happened to my normal life?

His eyes meet mine. "Do me a favor and grab one of those condoms."

He motions to the medicine cabinet, now stocked with a long row of condoms. He brought all these with him. The man is ambitious.

Deep breath. Here goes nothing. I pull my t-shirt over my head, grab a condom, and step into the shower. Miles's arms go to my hips, holding me steady. He leans closer. Our foreheads touch.

There's this look in his eyes—a desperate, needy look. He wants this as much as I do.

He pulls the shower door shut and presses me against the tile wall in one fell swoop. It's cold and hard, but I can't say that I mind.

His hands slide to my ass. He holds me in place as he presses his body into mine. First his hips, then his stomach, his chest, his lips.

It's an aggressive kiss, but there's still something patient about it. I open my mouth to make room for his tongue. Heat rushes right to my core. He's slick from the shower, and his skin feels so good against mine.

I kiss back, exploring his mouth with my tongue. His grip around my hips tightens. He shifts into me, pinning me against the wall.

I'm a little sore from my night—my thighs and my sex—but I want him too much for that to matter.

He breaks the kiss. His eyes find mine. He brushes my hair behind my ears. Runs his fingertips over my neck and shoulders. "You really are unbelievably sexy."

"Thank you."

His lips curl into a smile. "This shower is a little small. Might be tricky."

"Show me."

"Turn around."

I do. It puts me right under the showerhead. Water pounds over my hair, shoulders, and neck. Within a few seconds, I'm soaking wet. As slick and slippery as he is.

Miles unwraps the condom and slips it on. Then all his attention is on me.

He positions himself behind me, his crotch against my ass, his chest against my back. He places my hands on the tile wall, one at a time. His head settles between my shoulder and my neck. He really is the perfect height. Our bodies really do fit together nicely.

He drags his fingertips down my chest and stomach. With all the water, there's only the slightest hint of friction. It's smooth and seamless.

He's so damn good at this.

I press my eyes closed, but it only makes it harder to balance. Okay. I take a deep breath and try to get a grip on the tile wall. This seems awfully complicated, but for some reason, I trust him to guide me through it.

"We haven't even gotten started." He sucks on my earlobe. "Relax."

I nod. "Make me."

"Is that a challenge?"

I use my most confident voice. "Yeah."

He laughs. "I like the way you think."

He holds me against him with one hand. The other draws circles over my thighs. It starts at my knees and works its way up. The closer he gets, the more my body buzzes. You'd think electricity and water would be a dangerous combination, but they're only better together.

There. His fingertips slide over my clit. It's smooth, seamless. I shudder, immediately struck with a wave of bliss. He really is good at this.

He sucks on my neck as he strokes me. Little by little, my taut muscles relax.

Pleasure builds in my sex. Every touch of his fingertips is magic. I allow my eyes to close.He holds me tighter. No doubt about it, if it weren't for his grip, I'd be a puddle on the floor. I'm already halfway there. Upper hand. Who cares? As long as he keeps touching me like this, he can have every ounce of control.

It's just sex.

It's just pleasure. Things can feel good. I can feel good. The world can be good.

In this moment, it's obvious. In this moment, nothing can hurt me.

This is fun. I'm going to have fun. I'm going to enjoy every single moment.

Miles plants kisses along my neck and shoulders. His touch gets faster. Harder. When it's perfect, I groan. My eyes blink open. The water is pounding against my chest, melting my body into his. Warmth spreads through me.

Almost.

I shift my hips to match his movements. My ass presses against his crotch. He's hard.

God, do I love the way that feels.

I lose control of my breath. I reach back for Miles, grabbing onto his thighs. Those are such amazing, muscular thighs. Slick from the shower, but that won't stop me. I dig my nails into his skin as he strokes me.

The tension builds, and builds, and builds. It's such a wonderful ache, and he's the only thing that can soothe it. I moan, digging my nails into his skin until his breath gets heavy. He sucks on my earlobe, hard, like it's the only thing he can do to contain himself.

One more brush of his fingers and I'm there. At the edge. His breath sends me over, tumbling into an intense orgasm. It's this heavy ache of pleasure, spreading out from my sex to my stomach and chest and lips. Every part of me feels so damn good.

Sex.

Fun.

That's all this has to be.

Miles groans. He brushes his lips against my neck. "Time to go for four."

I press my ass against his crotch. Yes. He's still hard, and now that's mine.

"How's your balance?" he asks.

"Could be better." I press my body against his. "I'm awfully distracted."

His lips trail over my shoulders. "I'll make it quick."

I plant my hands on the tile without provocation. He doesn't waste any time. His hands go to my hips, tilting me so I'm in position. I feel his cock straining against my sex.

He shifts, entering me. I let out a heavy exhale. It's intense and a little painful but it's damn good.

Miles holds me steady as he thrusts into me. His breath is heavy already. Desperate already. His hand goes to my chest. He rubs my nipple with his thumb, toying with me until I'm groaning so loudly I can't hear the water. Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.

He's more gifted than any person should be.

Every inch of my body is humming with pleasure. It's crying out for more. He's inside me, holding me, touching me, and still I want more.

I throw my head back, so my cheek is pressed against his. His hand goes to the back of my head, and he turns me until our lips connect.

It's a perfect spark. That buzz of pleasure goes straight to my core. I slide my tongue over his. I suck on his lips until I can feel his moan in my mouth.

He releases me, shifting me back into place. No more patience. He moves faster. Harder. His hands tighten around my hips. His breath gets heavier, heavier, heavier.

I arch my hips to match his movements. It doesn't hurt today. It only feels good.

I'm almost there. It's like Miles can sense it. He slides one hand down my stomach and over my clit, stroking me to another orgasm.

It happens so quickly this time. The tension builds to a fever pitch. It's almost too much to take. And then he thrusts into me. I scream out in pleasure, my sex pulsing as I come. Pleasure spreads through me in waves. My hands slip off the tile. My legs go weak. All the energy in my body is focused on this perfect sensation.

But he hasn't come yet. This isn't done yet.

Miles pulls me upright. "Come on."

He turns off the shower and pulls the door open. His arms slide under me. He lifts me, holding me against his chest, and carries me to the bed.

He sets me down on my back. I'm still dripping wet. The cotton sheets cling to my soaked skin. I shake them off, spreading my legs in invitation.

Miles positions himself on the bed. His body sinks into mine. He's wet, warm, hard.

He grabs my ass and shifts me until we're aligned again.

Then he's inside me.

I gasp in pleasure. God, he feels good.

Miles's eyes find mine. I can't explain his expression. Lust, yes, but there's affection, too. If he didn't feel so damn good, I'd ask him to explain it. But things being what they are...

I close my eyes.

Fun.

Sex.

That's all this is.

He thrusts into me, hard and fast. His body is shaking, his breath is frantic. He's about to come. I can feel it, and my God, do I love the feeling. I wrap my legs around him. I dig my hands into his wet hair.

He groans. This perfect low groan. Pure animal. Pure need.

There. I can feel his orgasm, not just in my sex, but in the tensing muscles in his back. I open my eyes to watch the pleasure spread across his face. It's amazing. So much so that I can barely breathe.

He shifts into me one last time, groaning as he comes.

His eyes flutter open. He presses his lips against mine and collapses on the bed next to me.

"Better than caffeine?"

A blush threatens to form on my cheeks. Sex and fun I can understand. Talking afterwards is a lot more complicated. "Better."

"You still want your caffeine?" He rolls onto his elbow. His fingertips trail over my chest. "I'll buy you breakfast."

"I should really study."

"Meg, I expect better from you." He smirks like he's teasing. "You can't use me for sex then send me home without feeding me."

"Would you even let me buy you breakfast?"

"Of course not." He shifts off the bed. "It's on me."