Five months later
Two hundred fifty-three pieces later
With his mouth fused to mine, Ryan pushed me back against the shower wall. Our hands clasped together, and he pinned them above my head before bending to my shoulder and scraping his teeth against my skin.
I gasped as he plunged into me.
He took my weight, and his left hand let go of mine to drop to my thigh. He gripped me there as he sank even deeper inside me.
God.
This guy.
Pleasure built and built low in my belly, and I used my free hand to hold on to him, sinking my fingers into his hair.
The shower beat down on us, but Ryan shielded me, taking most of the water. A slight mist coated my face, and as I drew in oxygen, I drank in some water too.
We had been together for almost a year. In forty-three days, it’d be the annive
