“Good,” I said. Then I spread her knees in front of me and nearly groaned at the sight of her wet and swollen for me. Without preamble, I slipped her legs over my shoulders. With my head between her thighs, I split her apart with my thumbs and set my mouth to her.

“Gage!” She cried out, her voice echoing in the room.

“Shhhh,” I said against her trembling flesh. “What would the neighbors think?” Not that I gave a fuck who was on the other side of this wall.

“That your tongue is magic,” she said, her head lightly thumping against the tile wall.

“Well, in that case…” I put my mouth back to her soft pussy, licking and sucking the tender flesh, lashing my tongue against her clit as she mewled in pleasure.

God, just that sound had me ready to explode against the side of the tub.

I set the flat of my tongue against her, taking long drags up her slit as I thrust a finger inside her tight sheath.

“Yes!” She screamed, bucking against my finger. She was hot, impossibly tight and so wet that I knew I’d slide right inside the minute she came. Her fingers buried in my hair, her nails scraping my scalp perfectly, but I wanted all of her focus on her—not me.

“Hands on the towel bar, Bailey,” I ordered.

She whimpered, but she did as I told her, trusting me to take care of her.

Fuck, I wanted her. It wasn’t just a desire or lust—it was a primal need, a calling to claim this woman and make sure she damn-well knew who she belonged to, whose name she’d be crying out for the rest of her life.

I was the only one who would ever put my mouth on her like this ever again. She was mine, and I was hers. Period.

I added another finger and stroked her inner walls just along her G-spot as I sucked on her clit, flicking at the bud with my tongue at the same speed as my fingers. She tightened more, her hips bucking against my mouth, riding my face as I ground back into her.

“Gage!” She screamed as she came, her legs shaking against me.

I licked her down, helping her ride out the orgasm with every ounce of skill in my arsenal. Every woman I’d ever fucked, every porn I’d ever seen—it was all for this moment, for the ability to make this one, exquisite woman scream my name as she came apart.

I stood, letting her legs slide down my sides, and when they reached my waist, I gripped Bailey’s ass and took her with me. She fell limp against my chest, satisfied and spent, but her tongue traced a pattern on my neck that had my dick twitching, more than aware that it was our turn.

“I want you in our bed,” I told her, and she nodded.

I carried her to the bedroom and laid her out on the king-size bed, loving the way the moonlight played against her skin from the open window in the darkened room. She held out her arms to me, and I went, laying out over her to keep her warm where water droplets still clung to her skin.

“Now,” she begged, arching her hips against me.

We just needed...

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” I groaned. How the fuck did I let this happen? “I think I saw some in the gift shop downstairs.”

She shook her head and nudged her wet folds against my cock. “Fuuuuuuck, Bailey.”

“I’m clean,” she said softly.

“I am, too,” I said. “I got tested before I ever touched you.”

“Then I’m okay with whatever happens,” she said, urging me to her. “I just want you. Please, Gage.”

I swallowed. If we were both clean, it wasn’t like anything could go wrong...but I knew she thought something else entirely because I hadn’t been honest with her. And just as I knew I was going to have to be, I also knew that I wasn’t going to be tonight. No, tonight I was going to be a selfish bastard and take the only woman I’d wanted to without any piece of flimsy plastic between us.

“Are you sure?” I asked, swirling my thumb lightly over her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I leaned down, sucking the small drops of water from her pert nipples. “Fuck, you taste perfect.” I slid my cock through her wet folds and groaned. “You feel perfect.”

I played with her nipples and thrummed her clit gently until she was nearly bucking beneath me, her head thrashing on the covers. This woman was perfection, carved from the heavens just for me, and as my chest tightened impossibly, those three words flooded my brain, my soul...my mouth.

“Bailey,” I said as I poised my cock at her slick entrance.

“Gage?”

“I love you,” I told her as I slid into her.

She gasped as I filled her, every inch of her tight pussy rippling against my cock as I thrust home. “I love you,” she answered, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss as I began to rock within her.

She. Felt. So. Fucking. Good.

My brain turned to mush as my thrusts became more powerful, my rhythm strong—just the way I knew she loved it—and I abandoned any hope of staying in control with this woman.

She owned me.

Her nails scraped my back, her legs locked around my hips. “How does it feel?” she asked between gasps.

I knew what she meant—without the condom. I gripped one of her knees, pushing it toward her chest gently so I could stroke her deeper. “Like home,” I said and kissed her.

I lost track of everything then, my mind a tangle of emotion, sensation, and rightness as I made love to Bailey. I hoped that with every thrust I bound her to me, with every moan I staked my claim.

Fuck, I needed her to feel how good we were together because I knew we’d never know better if we ever lost each other. This was as good as it got.

Her muscles tightened beneath me, and her eyes got that gorgeous, wild look that told me she was about to come. “That’s it, baby,” I said, “come with me.”

I adjusted the angle just a bit so my pelvis would grind against her clit, and she came apart beneath me, tremors racking her. The pulsing squeezes of her pussy gripped me so hot, so tight, that I couldn’t help but give into the pressure that had been hammering at me—and let go. I came with a growl against her skin, pouring everything I had into not just her body, but what I hoped was her soul.

We lay there, all shuddering breaths and soft, stroking hands until we were both under control. Once we were both cleaned up, I tucked her against my chest as she faded into sleep.

I lay awake, staring at how peacefully she slept—scared to death it was the last time I’d ever see it.