He knows what I’m asking, but his eyes are ablaze and his breathing is as ragged as mine. I can tell he’s enjoying this far too much to let it be over so soon. He’s not ready to give me the release I crave just yet.
“Get in the shower and turn on the water.”
He steps away from me, pulls his T-shirt over his head, and waits for me to follow his command with eyes that are like living fire.
Shaking, I open the shower door and step inside. The first blast of water is icy, making me flinch, but it quickly turns warm, then hot. James kicks off his shoes and strips off the rest of his clothing, then joins me in the shower, closing the door behind him.
He kisses me hard and deep, his arms so tight around me it’s borderline painful. The embrace feels desperate. That I can guess why makes a lump
