Chapter 32Rose
Chapter 32
Rose
“O h, dalmatian. This would work a lot better if you weren’t so big.”
I turned my back to Rafe and managed to get a face full of water and bang my funny bone at the same time. Youch…tingling and burning alllll the way down to my fingertips.
“Babe, stay still for a minute,” he gritted out.
“Are you okay?” I asked over my shoulder. I had swung around quickly…maybe I’d clocked him with my other elbow?
“Uh-huh. Stop wiggling around.”
I was trying to tilt my head back under the shower so Rafe could rinse out the shampoo. We were in a rush this morning because I had to return to the house before the others got up. I needed to change clothes, eat something and check in with the café before heading to the park.
Of course, after my spur-of-the-moment sleepover at his apartment, we’d overslept.
Rafe stilled me with a touch to my neck. He wove his long fingers into my thick hair close to the scalp and gently, oh-so-gently, started to massage my head under the steady spray. Slowly, he drew his fingers out through my hair, rinsing and detangling as he went.
Ahhh…bliss. I closed my eyes and sank back into him.
Oh. The penny finally dropped. Things were not only hot and steamy in the crowded shower stall, but hard.
“That’s it , babe,” Rafe grumbled. His huge hands dropped and grabbed my hips, a little less gently this time. In one move, he shifted me to the back wall and turned me to face him. His broad back blocked the spray, and he leaned over to kiss me.
Or at least started to.
I reached up and spread my fingers on his lips.
“Wait.”
“Wait? Why?”
“We don’t have tiiiime.” Yes, that was a whine, and I wasn’t a whiner—normally. Except we were running out of time.
Rafe had the answer though.
“Fuck time.” He bit my fingers, and when I snatched them back to shake the sting out, he was on me again.
This time, he nipped and licked along my neck before moving to my mouth. He slid one palm behind my head so I wouldn’t bang it on the shower wall and used the other to pull my hip closer. My already tight nipples stiffened further against his chest.
He paused, hovering over my mouth. Hot breath on my open lips. Part robust coffee, part dark chocolate, all Rafe.
“Rose. Are you okay with this?”
At some point, I’d squeezed my eyes shut. The shower continued to beat down on us, although Rafe was getting the brunt.
I nodded, but before he could take my mouth, I surged up and took his. I curled the fingers of one hand into his clipped hair and pushed my tongue past his lips. He groaned and pressed my head even closer, sucking my tongue at a furious rate.
Hot pulses shot from my breasts to my core, and I flushed even hotter than the water. Wet outside and in. Reaching down, I gripped his swollen length and started stroking. I did my best, even though we were crammed closer than ever.
After a minute or ten, Rafe pulled back and shoved one hand between us to stop my up-and-down, up-and-down.
“Not yet, not yet.”
He slipped his hand further down to plunge fingers into my readiness. His thumb rubbed my achiness there. I groaned when he pulled out… noooooo, don’t go.
“Hang on to me,” he grunted.
My hands flew to his biceps, barely getting a grip on those bulky muscles before Rafe lifted and held me against the slippery wall. He nudged my legs apart and notched at my entrance.
When he paused again, half-lidded eyes staring at where we were joined, my patience ran out. I wrapped my legs around him and started to grind down.
“Now, Rafe,” I insisted.
One thrust, and he sheathed himself completely. He hit that deep spot that put those hot pulses into overdrive—and stayed still as I tried to catch my breath. I needed all of that short span of time to get used to his sheer size.
We fell into a frantic rhythm, in and out, in and out, until I shattered. I throbbed around him, and he followed a moment later. Moaning together, sharing the scorching rush.
Yeah, it was tighter quarters than our shower back at the house, but we’d made it work.