“You know you’re all I think about?” I ask, brushing her damp hair back from her face.
She smiles, half-lidded, pupils blown wide. “I hoped.”
“No,” I murmur. “Not hope. Know. Every f*****g second, Red.”
She clenches around me in answer, and I know she’s close. Her hands grasp the back of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss that’s more desperate than any we’ve shared in days. I groan into her mouth, pace picking up, losing rhythm now as that edge creeps up on both of us.
The shower roars around us, muffling the sounds we make, but it can’t hide the way we fall apart together.
Her body trembles as she comes, legs locking tighter around me. Her mouth is pressed to my shoulder now, breath hot and ragged against my skin. I follow a heartbeat later, burying myself deep with a hoarse gro
