Torrent of Tears (Scourge Survivor Series Book 3)(49)

I reached to the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in wet curls. “Then you’ve never seen your own.”

He shook his head and pointed to the nozzle of the shower head. “Arms up. Doctor’s orders.”

Water trickled along his sharp cheekbones, outlining the curve of his jaw. He chuckled when I released my hold on him and pushed out my lip. He reworked the creamy bar into the cloth for a fresh round of sweet-smelling suds. “I told you I would get you cleaned up for a closer examination.”

A moan tore from my chest and a rush of heat flooded what I prayed would be the next stop on his home-care house call. “You did say that,” I whispered, my heart racing.

He knelt in front of me, his touch slow and languorous, his lips caressing my skin, light and maddening. I shifted my footing, practically panting for him to take me, to kiss me, somewhere, anywhere—everywhere.

Right when I thought he’d lean in and go for gold, he dropped his washcloth to my ankles and started working his way up. “Tease.”

“Almost there, Trouble. Be patient.”

“Not my best event.” I growled and shifted my feet to give him access. “I’m more of an instant gratification kinda girl.”

Warm, strong hands caressed my calves and massaged my flesh as he made his way upward. I bit my lip, my breath coming fast and shallow. Magic and heat, pure blue flames and electricity—that was what was licking its way through my body and building in my core.

He pressed my thighs apart and his cloth slipped between my legs. I cried out as his touch skimmed and washed me right where my need raged.

“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” he drawled.

I groaned and tilted my hips into his hand. “Nothing like a girl puking on your shoes to kindle the flames of passion.”

He nipped the flesh of my good hip. “My cock’s been as hard as my anvil since you showed up and eyed me the other night. I almost came in my jeans right there at the forge.”

The cloth dropped to the tile floor with a wet plop.

My flesh prickled with the most amazing pleasure as the water rinsed and swirled over my skin. I sucked in a gasp. The flow of the shower had a life of its own, stroking me, twisting around my nipples, tingling over my every pore. It flickered over the tight bud of nerves at my core and warmed until I cried out. “What are you—Oh, gods, Rowan are you—”

He chuckled appreciatively as his tongue dipped in and out of my navel.

“You’re doing that?” I dropped my head back as he kissed his way up my ribcage and suckled my nipple into the heated depths of his mouth.

“Mhmm,” he hummed against my breast. He finished with that side and shifted to the other, taking care to divide his attention equally between the two.

“Rowan.” Desperate to feel him writhing inside me, I was willing to beg. “Please, it’s so good. Too good.”

He straightened and stood, his broad shoulders looming above me. The swollen crest of his erection pressed against my stomach. “Too good?” Wrapping his muscular arms around my waist, he lifted me off my feet. In two quick steps my back was pressed against the smooth, slick wall of the shower and his hands cupped the rounds of my ass.

“I don’t want your stitches to—”

“I’m good,” I breathed, as the first wave of release started to grip me. “Fine. Go. More. Now.”

His lips swallowed my cry as he pinned me against the tile and slid smooth and deep inside me. Inch by rapturous inch he impaled me and groaned into my mouth. My muscles gripped and pulsed, tightened and rose. The pleasure was incredible. It lashed at my senses and burned through my system.

Another strong thrust and I hit my breaking point.

He moved his kiss to my collarbone and rode out my release. I pulled in deep, humid breaths, my head spinning, either from the orgasm or the steaming air, I didn’t know.

I didn’t care. As my heart fought to free itself from my chest, his pumping gained momentum and my hunger raged on, desperate for— “More.”

Clutching his hair, I wrapped my feet around his hips. I dug into his quads, pulling him closer as he pounded into me. “Give me more. Give me all of it.”

His tongue thrust into my mouth matched the desperate thrusts between my thighs. I met him stroke for stroke, that incendiary chemistry igniting and bursting until we were both aflame. He was exquisite, temple-pounding gorgeous, and rough. Gods, how I loved rough.

“Come for me again,” he rasped, fighting for breath. “Doctor’s orders.”

As he pitched his shoulders forward and found his own release, my body obeyed. The pleasure unraveled my soul. It spanned the jagged fissure in my heart and stopped the desperate ache. As the full weight of his frame crushed me against the shower wall, I realized Rowan had gotten under my skin.

Momentary panic overwhelmed. How had that happened?

Rowan held me, easing back to let the water wash between us. I winced as I lowered my legs and tested my injured hip.

Not bad.

“Dammit Lexi, I used you too hard. I’m so—”

“Amazing,” I said. Staring at him from beneath lowered lids, I stroked my mouth over his. His lips parted for me, his tongue meeting mine in a playful sweep. The contact sent another shock of pleasure through my and I moaned. “You were amazing. My stitches are fine.”