Darknight(38)

We burst into the bathroom, and he caught me and pulled me against him, kissing my mouth, my neck, moving down to my breast. Impatiently, he grappled with the hooks on the back of my bra, then flung it away in the general direction of the clothes hamper. His hands moved over my naked breasts, squeezing the nipples ever so slightly.

I gasped. “I thought we were taking a shower,” I told him, words too breathless to constitute a true rebuke.

“I’m getting to it.” He released my nipples and tucked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties, yanking them down and tossing them to land on top of my discarded bra.

Not to be outdone, I did the same with his boxer-briefs, although a little more gently, easing them over the erection straining the fabric.

“Now we shower,” he said, and turned away from me so he could get the water going.

I already knew it heated up fast here, much faster than back in Aunt Rachel’s apartment or the house I now owned, so when he picked me up a few seconds later and carried me into the shower stall, at least I didn’t have to worry about getting hit by a blast of freezing water. No, it was already hot, steam beginning to curl up toward the ceiling.

He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured some into the palm of his hand, then began working it into my hair. Although I’d had other people wash my hair before — most notably Sydney, who tended to use me as her guinea pig when it came to practicing cosmetology techniques — never before had it felt so completely sensuous. His powerful hands kneaded into my scalp, and I closed my eyes, almost moaning at the contact.

“Your turn,” I said, once he lifted his hands away and I had rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. I put some in the palms of my hands and reached up to massage it through his heavy locks. His eyes closed, and I watched as the water caught in his long lashes and glittered there like diamonds. It was a reach for me, since he was a good deal taller than I, but I didn’t mind too much — I stood close enough that my breasts brushed against his chest, and he let out a groan.

“Okay, enough of that,” he growled, and tipped his head back so he could wash away the shampoo.

Then he was reaching for me, mouth finding mine. With one hand I took hold of him, felt how hard he was, how ready. I stroked up, and down, and he moaned. After what he had done for me the night before, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to go down to my knees on the tiled floor, to touch my tongue to his tip as the water sluiced over me. He gasped, and I pulled him into my mouth, sucking on him, taking in as much as I could manage, then slowly slid back down to his tip before moving upward again.

“I was right,” he gasped. “You McAllisters are trying to kill me.”

In response, I moved my tongue down the length of his shaft and tried not to giggle.

“Evil, evil witch.” And he pulled me off him, lifting me up so that suddenly my back was against the tiled wall of the shower stall and he was pushing up against me, almost sliding in. Then he stopped. “Shit.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Should’ve brought a condom in here with me.”

Logically, I knew that was the best way to handle this. But I didn’t want to stop, didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. “It’s all right,” I told him. “I have a spell that’ll handle it. The pregnancy thing, I mean. As for the rest of it — ” I paused. “I know I’m not your first. But you’ve always been safe, right?”

“Always,” he said at once. “Even when they didn’t want to. I figured my life was complicated enough.”

“Then we’re fine.” I shut my eyes, murmuring inwardly, Blessed Goddess, now is not the time. Bestow your blessings elsewhere. As Aunt Rachel had said, simple. But it was effective…at least, that was what she had told me. Tiny Jerome would have been completely overrun with McAllisters if we hadn’t been mindful of such things. And sometimes, the reason for using the contraceptive spell was even more serious than that. For all her other strengths, Great-Aunt Ruby did not fare well in childbirth, and made sure to only have her two sons.

“We’re more than fine,” Connor said, and kissed me on the mouth, tongue touching mine, even as I felt him push against me, thrust inside, filling me once more. I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips and moved with him, the sensation of him being within me even more delicious now that we had nothing separating us. It was only flesh to flesh, Connor and Angela, the heat and the need building, building until we cried out as one, our bodies crashing through the climax at the same time. I felt him stagger, but then his grip on me tightened, still holding me in place, until the last ripples of the orgasm faded away.