Chapter 12: Water and Fire
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Dario’s POV
The door clicked shut behind her, and I was left standing in the middle of the room with my chest heaving and my c**k throbbing hard against the softness of my towel.
I’d let her out of my grip.. Again.
“What the hell!” I muttered as a frustrated groan tore from my throat while I dragged my fingers through my wet hair.
I wanted her so bad, I wanted to feel her warmth again but only this time I wanted her to be aware of my touch..
“Control yourself, Dario,” I muttered to myself as I paced in discomfort trying to calm myself before I lost my senses. “You have a meeting in thirty minutes.. Thirty f*****g minutes.. You can’t..”
But then I heard it.
The splash of water.
The sound of the shower hissing to life and with it came the image of her body beneath that melodious spray of water, water sliding down her soft, porcelain, sexy skin, steam filling the small marble room while her skin glistened..
My restraint shattered.
“f**k it,” I growled, and before I could think better.. Before I could get my reasoning straight, I shoved open the bathroom door.
Steam rushed out to greet me, as they curled around my body like a sinful invitation.
“Beautiful” I whispered as I stared at her..
She turned at the sound, her eyes widened in shock and horror, while her hands were frozen mid-motion as water streamed down her hair and face.
“Dario.. the hell do you think you’re..” she gasped with irritation in her voice.
I stepped inside, and closed the door behind me, sealing us in.
“Tell me, Emily, are you still upset about Austin?” My voice was low, steady, but my insides burned.
Her lips parted, hesitation flickered in her eyes before she finally whispered, “No.”
I took a step closer expecting her to retreat or protest but she didn't. Instead her gaze darted from my face down to my.. just like she had done when I had stepped out form the bathroom earlier.
Good girl.
“Why the shower then?” I asked, closing more distance between us, my eyes trailed the water slipping over her collarbone. “Why not the tub?”
Her throat bobbed. “Because I needed to release.. ” she stopped herself before she continued , “..I needed the water to touch my head down to my feet so I can wash away… everything. I need to wash both your stains from my body.”
Her words sliced through me sharper than any blade had ever done.
I moved closer until the steam carried her heat and sweet lavender scent to me. I could feel my towel loosen at my hips as my c**k throbbed harder yet I didn’t bother to adjust it.
I needed her to see the effect she had on me.. all of it.
“Even me?” My voice was quiet, dangerous.
“Yes.. especially you.”
That one sentence lit a fire in my veins.
I stepped closer to her until the water hit me, soaking the fabric instantly. Her chest rose and fell as I towered over her.
“But I did nothing wrong,” I countered softly.
Her head tilted, defiance flashing in her eyes. “You did nothing wrong? You literally knew I shared a bed with him for months yet you..”
“So what if you shared a bed with him? It’s not a big deal” I quickly interrupted her and her face turned red.
She stared at me for a while even though her attention wasn’t on my face “So you think you’re in the right? For f**k sake doesn’t it disgust you that I was once his?”
“And how is that an issue to you when it’s not a big deal to me? Do you feel guilty for marrying the father of the man who broke your heart?”
She stared into my eyes with shock while I offered her a knowing smirk.
“Tell me something...” I continued
Her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, then back up to my face until her eyes locked with mine almost reluctantly as though she was forcing herself to behave.
“What do you want right now? Don’t lie to yourself.. what does your body want right now?” I asked, each word slow and deliberate..
Her lips trembled, her lashes fluttered. Then, barely audible, she whispered:
“You.”
A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face. My chest ached with something dark, glorious yet victorious.
And before she could second-guess it, I closed the last inch between us and crushed my mouth hard into hers.
The kiss was brutal, wet, consuming and she kissed me back with the same frequency.. hungry, desperate, like she hated me and needed me all at once.
Water poured over us, hot and relentless, but her lips were hotter.
Her hands fisted in my wet chest, and my fingers slid up, cupping her soft perky breasts.
“Mmmm” She moaned, sweet and broken, against my lips.
“God, Emily,” I growled, as I nipped her bottom lip before dragging my mouth to her jaw, then lower..
I kissed the curve of her neck, and sucked until her knees buckled, then slowly my tongue trailed downwards to her collarbone, where I bit sweetly and gently.
“Mmmhhhh… Dariooo..” She gasped and her nails dug deep into my shoulders she was holding to support herself.
The sound of her moan.. raw, breathy.. nearly undid me.
No, not nearly.. it actually undid me.
My hand slipped lower, and my fingers traced her waist, gripping her tight, as I anchored her against the wall while her body continued to tremble.
“Dario… st..” Her whisper was soaked with need, with warning.
Yet she had the guts to want to lie that she wanted me to stop.
Women.
I pinned her fully to the wall, I braced one hand against the slick marble wall beside her head, while I used the other to tease her waist watching how she squirmed as I continued my assault on her breasts..
Then without warning I slid my finger inside her wet, slippery coochie.
Her head fell back, and water dripped from her hair onto my chest, mingling with sweat.
I grazed her breast with my thumb, circled, teased repeatedly.
Her lips parted on another moan, louder this time. “Fuckkkkk”
“Shhh,” I hushed against her skin, kissing her collarbone again.
I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered while I continued sliding my finger in and out of her warm and slippery mmmh…
She whimpered, breathless. “You… you have work…”
What meeting?.. f**k the meeting.
Her words always said one thing Yet her body begged another.
I slid another finger inside her and her whole body shuddered violently against me, her nails clawed at my back but it fueled my need for her.
“Ahh… Dario!”
The sound ripped from her throat, and I lost it as my c**k throbbed painfully beneath the soaked towel.
I thrusted my finger inside her slow, deep, and steady, while kissing the hollow of her neck.
“mmhh.. mmmhh… ohhh.. oh.. oh.. ahh” She arched against me, her hips moving in accord, voice broken with moans.
“Should I stop?” I asked again, biting her ear, pumping my fingers harder now.
Her words came out from her mouth like a strangled cry as I continued thrusting my fingers deep inside her. “No… oh God, no…”
Her words sent fire shooting through my veins and I drove my fingers harder, deeper, while she writhed helplessly against the shower wall, every moan echoing like music.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips gasping my name in broken fragments.
“Dario… ahhh… please…”
Her body clenched tight, her moans breaking into high, breathless cries as her first orgasm tore through her. She shuddered against the wall, and I kissed her hard, swallowing every sound, every tremor.
When she finally came down from her high heaven, I held her tight with my c**k straining painfully as I brushed her hair back, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“I want you,” I rasped, my voice thick with need. “The question is, Emily… Do you want me too?”
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