She watched him strip, his glorious body revealed a little at a time: the sculpted chest and corded abs as he removed his shirt, the muscled thighs as he slid the jeans from his hips, the big cock springing free, already hard for her.

She shouldn’t want him like she did.

He hesitated at the shower’s entry and she reached for his hand, took a step back to make room, brought him with her as she leaned into the warm spray, letting it wash away the cold and doubt and fear.

He seemed paralyzed, unsure what to do. Unsure what she wanted him to do.

She brought his hand to her chest, pressed it against her breast. “There are a lot of things I don’t know, but I know that I want you. I need you.”

She didn’t know if it would still be true in the harsh light of day. If she would look at him and see the man she’d loved almost since the first moment he’d swaggered into the room at Quantico, already head and shoulders above every other man there.

But she knew it was true right now. Knew that her body was already calling for him. Already throbbing for him.

She touched her lips to his and a groan escaped his mouth as he backed her up against the shower wall, kissing her with a ferocity that stole her breath and caused a rush of wet heat to rush between her legs.

He cradled her head in his hands, angled his mouth over hers, his tongue sweeping her mouth slowly, navigating it like an explorer in a new land, seeking discovery in every corner.

His cock was rigid against her belly. Its proximity to her pulsing center sent a ripple of electricity along her skin, his touch a match to the lit fuse of her body. His hands slid down her neck, across her collarbone, back down to her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers as he took possession of her mouth, and she let her hands travel down the peaks and valleys of his chest, across his flat stomach, down to the enormous cock between his legs.

He moaned when she took him in her hands, stroking him from base to tip, relishing the feel of him lengthening in her palm, imagining how he would feel pushing into her, filling her until she couldn’t take any more of him.

He kissed his way across her jaw, lingered at the sensitive spot just below her ear before nibbling on the fleshy lobe. It was surprisingly erotic and she moaned as he bit down hard enough to send a pulse of electrical current to her center.

He continued down her neck to one of her breasts, flicked his tongue against the bud of her nipple before closing his mouth over it. Then he was sucking and lapping as she stroked him faster, oblivious to everything but the feel of his hot mouth on her skin, his hands kneading her other breast, the throbbing in her pussy growing to a fever pitch until it was almost painful.

Until she thought she might die if he didn’t fill her.

“Braden…” she gasped. “Please.”

“Please what, Nora?” he murmured against her skin.

Please make me forget everything that’s happened. Everything sad and scary and uncertain. Please remind me that we were meant for each other. That nothing between us matters in the face of this.

“Please fuck me.”

He straightened, kissed her long and deep, spoke against her mouth.

“I am going to fuck you,” he said. “But first I’m going to lick your pussy until you come on my mouth.”

The words were like gasoline on the already-raging fire of her body, and she tipped her head back against the marble as he nudged her legs farther apart and knelt at her feet, seemingly oblivious to the water cascading from her body onto his back.

He nuzzled his face against her inner thigh, his hands stroking her feet, making their way up her calves, continuing to her thighs. Then his hands were on her ass, spreading her from behind as he ducked his head deeply between her legs, licked his way from her ass through the folds of her sex all the way to her clit.

She moaned as he closed in on the tiny pearl at her center, gently sucking on it as his fingers slipped inside her. She was slippery with desire for him, her body more than ready for the moment when he would drive into her. Complete her.

She slid her fingers into his hair, tugged until he growled into her, lapping at her clit like a ravenous animal, his fingers tunneling through her swollen channel, pulling back slowly through it only to push into her again as his mouth brought her close to the apex of her need. To the moment when she would lose her grip on everything but the sensation rocking through her body.

She moved her hips against him, matching the rhythm of his mouth, his fingers. It was a sacred dance, one that felt as familiar to her as the rhythms of her own body, as primordial as the tide.

“I’m going to come, Braden.”

The words were barely out of her mouth when she felt him slide one of his fingers, already slippery from her sex, down her perineum, into the lip of her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, his little finger putting pressure on the most intimate part of her while his other fingers moved inside her pussy, his mouth closing around her clit, sucking as he circled it with his tongue.

She barely had time to register the unbearable pleasure of it before she tipped into the fire, her skin alight with flames as she shuddered against his mouth, clamped down on his fingers as she came and came and came. His face was buried in her, his fingers occupying every inch as his tongue worked her in a frenzy, lapping up her desire like a man dying of thirst who finally found the water that would sustain him.

She expected to be limp when it was over. To be wrung dry.

But the hunger at her center was still there.

An undercurrent. A promise.

She tugged on his hair. “Fuck me now, Braden. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

He stood, positioning himself between her legs, his head hitting her still-sensitive clit as he swooped in on her mouth, the taste of her sex thick on his tongue as he took possession of her mouth.

She hooked a leg around his thigh, tipped her hips toward him, pushing his cock into the slick folds of her pussy until he groaned into her mouth. He reached down, grabbed her ass and lifted her against the shower wall until his cock was poised at her entrance. She wrapped both her legs around his hips and thrust into him at the same time he drove into her, pushing her against the tile, his cock so big, so far inside her that she cried out. He was so big, so deep, it almost hurt.

But not quite.

He lowered his head to the hollow of her throat, licked the water that had pooled there while she stretched for him. Then her body was moving, her hips grinding against him, riding their rhythm again as he dragged out of her, thrust back inside her heat with a groan.

“Nora…”

Her name was a prayer on his lips, a mantra that worked in conjunction with the motion of his body inside hers. Sensation washed over her like a wave: the water beating down on his back and trickling onto her body, the slide of his skin on hers, the friction of his cock hitting her clit when he reached the top of her womb, the vacuum he left when he pulled out, the perfect completion of him filling her yet again.

She rocked her hips against him, reaching for her own orgasm as he swelled inside her, grew harder and thicker, filling her wall-to-wall until there was no room for anything but the explosion building at her epicenter.

But she wasn’t coming alone this time. She was going to bring him with her.

She opened her eyes and was surprised to find him already looking at her. “Come with me, Braden,” she gasped. “I want you to come inside me.”

He spread her ass cheeks wide, sank deeper inside her, the motion putting even more pressure on her clit. It cut loose the last vestige of her control, and she tumbled into the orgasm all at once, her cries echoing against the marble before he closed his mouth over hers. He groaned as he spilled into her, his movements furious as he took possession, left no corner unoccupied by his cock in her pussy, his mouth on hers.

She let herself get lost in it. Let herself forget that there was still something between them. That there might always be something between them. Tomorrow that would be true, but tonight there was only them.

Only him.