scalding spray and let the hot needles pummel her skin. Thick billows of steam rose to climb the walls as she squeezed some cashmere-scented shampoo on her palm and started scrubbing her scalp. Her mind still churned, replaying the mistakes she’d made that morning in an agonizing loop. Sometimes life seriously needed a re-do button.
Taylor jumped as the shower door swung open without warning and let in a cold blast of air. The brief distraction cost her. Shampoo dribbled into her eyes. Trying her damnedest not to curse, she thrust her face back under the water and blinked against the sting. Sebastian stepped in behind her. She felt his lean body press close, its frame as hard and unyielding as the rest of him.
One of his hands settled against the small of her back and rubbed in lazy circles. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, she cupped several handfuls of water and splashed them into her eyes. “Yeah,” she muttered. “It just burns. Typical Irish grace.”
“ Poor little leprechaun. Let me try and make it better.”
He kissed a slow path across her shoulder , skimming the delicate ridge of her bone, before tracing the hollow and working his way up the side of her neck. Despite herself, she sighed with pleasure as his lips settled against the sweet spot behind her ear and lingered. There was no mistaking the effect the contact had on him. The long, thick column of his erection pulsed against her as he surged closer, his body pressing against hers in urgent demand. He ground against her, the friction drawing a tortured groan from the base of his throat. The sound echoed off the shower walls and sent a raw jolt of need through her sex-starved system. It had been too long for both of them. Way too long.
Sebastian spun her in his arms. She gasped as he drove her back, pinning her against the cool stone slabs. His mouth clashed against hers with bruising claim, his fingers twisting her nipples into aching peaks. She moaned into their kiss as the familiar combination of pleasure and pain swirled through her core. Her hands roamed over his skin in eager search before plowing through his sodden curls. Spurred by the contact and her hungry tug, Sebastian growled, driving her deeper against the wall.
He slid a hand between her legs, parting her thighs to dip a thick digit inside her. Hungry for more, she rode the firm, steady glide of his fingers. A low rumble of appreciation rolled through him upon finding her more than ready. Still, he coaxed and teased, rubbing her clit until she bordered on the brink of a dizzying climax. Her breath left her in a shuddering exhale and Sebastian froze, his ragged breath falling against her ear.
“ Not yet. Hold it for me, baby. I want to be inside you.”
The ra spy whisper was almost her undoing. She whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders as she waited for the torturous throb to pass. A painful eternity crept by before she sagged with relief.
“Good girl,” Sebastian breathed, kissing the shell of her ear.
In that moment, Taylor swore he was trying to kill her. Her entire being threatened to unravel with his praise.
The tor ment was as short lived as his patience. Sinking his fingers into her thighs, Sebastian lifted her up. Both of them trembled as he eased her down and impaled her inch by agonizing inch. Once fully sheathed, he pushed deeper, his eyes searching hers through the relentless rain. Winding her arms around his neck, Taylor rocked against him in encouragement. It was all the coaxing he needed.
Their lips fused beneath the warm cascade of water, drowning out her blissful cries as Sebastian drove into her. His slow, steady thrusts sent her spiraling higher until she couldn’t hold out any longer. Clinging to him, she surrendered. Body, heart, and soul were no longer hers, but his. Release hit hard, battering her with brutal pleasure, the force enough to rob her of breath. Wresting his mouth from hers, Sebastian’s hold tightened. Determination carved his