“And then what? Did I fuck you?” I push my fingers forward, almost to the entrance of her pussy, and Sloane shudders.

“Y—Yes. You lowered my seat and you climbed on t—top of me and you fucked me so hard,” she stammers. Her eyes close again, and this time it’s just too much. I have to have her. I can’t be gentle about it. I have to own her. I have to consume her.

With nothing more than the pressure of my hips against her to pin her against the wall, I rip her T-shirt off her body, smiling to myself as it makes a wet slap against the tiles. Her hair, absolutely drenched, gets caught up in the rivers of water running down her body, and dark strands fall across her heavy breasts. I swipe them out of the way, arching my back so I can take her into my mouth. She digs her hands into my hair again, fastening a firm hold on me, and a fire starts up in my veins. She wants me. She wants me as much as I want her. I trail my tongue upward, licking the water from her skin, and Sloane makes a frustrated groaning sound at the back of her throat; it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking heard. The sound grows louder when she turns her head to mine and places her lips against my temple.

Years. Years of conditioning make me go still. I can’t fucking help it, but I’m also surprised. I don’t automatically shove her away. I don’t flinch back from the contact of her mouth on my face. I close my eyes and I dig my hands into her skin, waiting. Waiting to see what she does next. Sloane must notice my change in pace because she stops breathing. Her lips move away from me. My temple burns as though they’re still there, though.

Sloane leans into me, and then she’s speaking into my ear, her voice firm and controlled. “Zeth, you don’t need to—I’m never going to do more than that. I know—”

I don’t want to lose the moment. I don’t want to give power to my fucked-up issues. I pull back so she can see my face, and I put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes grow wide, staring back at me like I’m the only thing in the world that exists. “Don’t. It’s not a problem.” It is a problem, but not one I’m willing to let affect what’s happening between us right now. I remove my palm from her mouth, and then I take her face in both hands. Her breath is hot and sweet against me as I place my forehead against hers. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to slide my dick inside you, and I’m going to make you scream my name. Are you ready?”

I don’t know where the scream my name thing came from—maybe from the last time she did it, back at her house—but I realize that I want it. I want to hear my fucking name being ripped from her vocal chords like a goddamn plea for help. Sloane’s hands slide over my shoulders, skating across my skin. She laces them behind my neck and she nods. “I’m ready,” she says. I barely hear her, but I can see it’s what she wants. Her voice might be quiet under the rush of the shower, but her eyes are yelling out her answer to me.

I growl into the base of my throat, growing hungrier and hungrier by the second. “Good. Hold on tight.” There’s no controlling this now. I reach behind her and grab hold of her pajama bottoms, and then I rip them down as far as they’ll go—just over her butt. From there I have to put her down to tear them from her body. I’m not careful. I’m not gentle. I can’t be. Sloane gasps; the way she digs her fingernails into my skin doesn’t exactly tell me she’s hating the rough treatment.

She stands naked before me, eyes glazed over with lust, and I know I’ve met my match with this woman. Usually now’s around about the time I would spin the woman I was fucking around so I didn’t have to look into her face while I was coming, but not now. Not with her. I want to see her break apart. I want to study the look on her fucking face as I make her come; I want to commit every last second of the moment to memory as her body shakes and writhes against me.

I grab her up, hooking her legs around me again, but this time there’s no clothing between us. Only our scorching hot skin, slick and pressing together everywhere it possibly can. There’s no foreplay. We’re way past that. I reach down and I guide my cock to where it needs to be, forcefully making my way inside her. She clings to me, her eyes wide, and no sound coming out of her open mouth as I sink myself as deep as I possibly can. She’s tight and warm—no pussy has ever felt like this. I’ve never felt…I’ve never felt like I’m snapping a piece of a puzzle together when I’ve screwed people in the past. They’ve been quick fuck experiences, not like I’m becoming whole. I sound like a woman. I know I fucking sound like a woman, and yet I can’t help it.

“Fuck,” Sloane mouths, but her voice is still MIA.

Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Fuck. I am in deep fucking trouble. I know I am, but I don’t want to focus on that right now. I want to focus on how deep I can sink myself inside the beautiful woman currently sitting on my cock. I reach behind her, and I wind her wet hair around my fist, pulling her head back.

And then I fuck her. I feel like I have the force of a fucking freight train behind me as I pound myself into her over and over again. A part of me tries to hold back, to prevent myself from hurting her, but when Sloane buries her nails in my back again, scratching me, then holding onto me so tight I think she’s trying to choke me out, I give up entirely. She loves what I’m giving to her. She’s loving every second of it.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Zeth. I need you,” she gasps, her legs tightening even further around me. “I need you.”