“Now let’s dance, Kate…” She hadn’t noticed the sound system, but the shower had a control pad set right into the stone wall. He punched a couple of buttons, and the first bars of “Insatiable Craving” filled the bathroom.

“I sang this to you the night we met…”

He rubbed his body against hers, rotating, grating, holding her hips and twisting her in the opposite direction so he was sliding across her, the bodywash lathering gently with their motions.

She shuddered, pleasure shooting through her from the full-body contact.

“That’s it.”

He turned her around and ran his hands down her front. Standing up behind her so closely, his cock nestled between her buns. The water was pouring down, but she felt overheated. He started rubbing her at her collarbone, slowly stroking his way to her breasts.

She lifted her head and tipped up her chin, making sure he had a clear path to her breasts.

“I love these.”

He cupped them, his fingers moving through the lather of the bodywash, slipping and sliding around the soft globes as well as teasing her hard nipples.

“Perfect…handfuls…”

She let out a soft snort. “They’re that.”

He positioned her so the water washed the soap off her breasts.

“Don’t hate your curves…” He worked his hands down her body. “You’re sexy as hell…buxom.”

From anyone else, she was pretty sure the word would have sounded idiotic, but there was something in his tone that made her feel ultra-sexy. Like “buxom” wasn’t just a nice way of saying “well fed.”

He slipped his hands down to her hips and clasped them. “Perfect for wrapping my fingers around…”

The bodywash was almost gone now, and her heart was accelerating, the idea of what they could do now that there wasn’t soap on their skin driving her wild. She reached behind her, found his thighs, and purred.

“I normally last so much longer”—he bit her neck—“but not with you.”

She stiffened and opened her eyes. The idea of him with other women bugged her. He stopped moving and turned her around so he could see her expression.

“Sorry. That was me being an insensitive dick.”

“I get it.”

He clasped her against him, still swaying with the beat.

“But I don’t like it.”

She pulled her fingernails down his chest and pushed him back. He went, not because she was stronger, but because he was watching to see what she had planned. He ended up sitting on the stone seat with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.

“Are you jealous, Kate?”

His big cock was jutting up, the head ruby red, his skin shiny with water, making her pulse with need. Today, she enjoyed it, letting it rip through her and savoring the burn.

“Pretty sure.” She reached out and boldly clasped him, wrapping her fingers around him at the base and pulling her hand up to the head. His flesh was silky smooth but iron hard.

And thick.

Crap. She never expected to see such a thick cock.

Much less ride it.

He reached around her and cupped her butt, lifting her up to straddle him.

“Good,” he rasped out, clasping her hips and guiding her over his cock. “I’d better not be alone in this.”

She tried to take control by seating herself, but he held her in place and lifted off the seat, sending only the tip of his cock inside her. It set off a shudder that went up her spine and down her legs, curling her toes.

“How do you do that?” she asked, fighting his hold and trying to plunge down on him.

He chuckled ominously and lifted her up and turned around. A second later, she was sitting on the bench, breathless from the abrupt power shift. One moment she was in the saddle and the next she was on her back.

He pressed her thighs wide, exposing her and leaving her fighting a surge of vulnerability. The seat was wide enough for her to lay all the way back. The placement of several rolled-up towels suddenly struck her as very purposeful because her head ended up on them.

“You want to be fucked,” he said slowly, just slow enough that she was hanging on his words.

Her mouth went dry, and she had to swallow before responding. “No, I want to fuck you. On top.”

His eyes flickered with hunger, but his jaw tightened. “I like you just like this…all mine to play with.”

She felt that way.

Excitement speared through her, but it collided with her pride. He was already overwhelming her so completely, she wasn’t ready to let it go any deeper.

But all the brawn she’d been admiring allowed him to keep her there, at his mercy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t made her so breathless. Somehow, he’d uncovered a deep, dark secret she hadn’t realized she had.

“I’m very demanding when it comes to my toys…” He pressed her knees wide, shifting his gaze to her pussy as it spread open. “I need to explore every function.”

“Oh…yeah.” Her voice was sultry and breathless.

He shot her one quick glance that made her shiver before focusing on her spread body again. She was riveted by the sight of him standing over her. He sank down to his knees as the song ended and another one began. The shower was still going full blast, steam rolling around the ceiling in a soft cloud.

But none of it mattered as he hovered over her spread sex, his breath teasing her clit before he opened his mouth and laid his tongue on her.

She moaned. A hard sound that was wrung from her.

“I love the sounds you make.”

She forced her eyelids up and found him looking up at her. He teased her with a fingertip, dipping into her slit and rimming the opening to her pussy. “Love knowing I make you make them.”

He thrust up inside her, and she whimpered, needing so much more. She tightened around him, trying to grip his finger.

He let out a groan. “You gotta do that to my dick.”

“Sit your ass back down, and I will,” she promised.

His lips curled. “You’re not asking very nicely.”

“You don’t want me to be nice,” she responded in a sugary-sweet tone.

His face tightened savagely and he gave in and sat next to her. She rolled over to get to his cock. Cupping his balls, she captured the entire head inside her mouth before he got a grip on her shoulders. She swirled her tongue around the thick crest on his head before pulling free. She kept her grip on his balls and squeezed as she made eye contact with him.

“You make a nice toy, Syon Braden,” she cooed.

He cupped her butt and settled her over his cock. “Play with this part of me.”

He pushed her down onto his length. She gasped, the penetration setting loose a slight twinge of discomfort.

He held her still, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

“Sore?”

She shrugged.

He studied her for a moment before his lips rose into a very satisfied grin. She slapped his shoulder.

“Don’t be so pleased with yourself, savage.”

He lifted her and let her slide down his cock as his lips parted. “Can’t help it. You loved every second of getting that way.”

She was seated completely on his length again and tightened her internal muscles around him. He sucked in a breath, his grin fading.

“So did you.”

“Yeah, a whole lot,” he agreed.

He shifted beneath her, lifting her and thrusting into her again before she clamped her thighs around him and held herself down long enough to tighten her muscles around his cock again.

He jerked, his breathing becoming harsh. “I’m still going to eat you out.”

She wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a threat, but it set off a tremor inside her.

“I might beat you to that one.” She tightened again and again before he lifted her and hammered several hard thrusts into her. She was sinking into that vortex again, her insides melting into an inferno of need. But she wasn’t finished. She looked him straight in the eye. “Be…the one…to hear you…groaning.”

“We’ll see.”