Tristan reached around her to adjust the shower nozzle so the spray washed down her shoulders and his lower chest.
"Yes." His answer was an echo of her message. He shattered the stillness of her heart when he reached for her, pulling her to him for a kiss.
Her heart began to pound again as though it hadn't dared to beat in years. Now that he was back, she felt as though were breathing again for the first time in days. She grasped his shoulders, meeting his fire with some of her own.
When they broke apart, both panting, she finally found the words to speak.
"I thought you weren't coming when you didn't reply." She wanted so badly to touch him, explore his skin and let his strength and heat surround her.
Tristan lifted her hands and placed them palms down on his chest. He curled his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Heat exploded through her at the erotic meeting of their naked bodies, the exquisite way their wet skin slid against each other's. It felt too good to be in his arms again.
"I didn't reply because I immediately dropped everything to get to you. The past six days have been hell, Kat. Absolute hell." The stark pain in his gaze floored her. She'd started to wonder if he hadn't wanted her as much as she'd wanted him. But here he was, proving he still desired her, and no one else. And she felt foolish for doubting him.
She slid her arms up around his neck and pressed her right cheek to his chest. His heartbeat thumped softly, reassuring her that he was here with her. Not in a dream.
"Tell me this isn't just sex between us," she whispered, clinging to him as the hot water flowed around them.
The gentle sensation of his lips in the crown of her hair made her feel cherished.
"No, darling. It's more than that. And it scares the bloody hell out of me, but we have to find out where this goes. I don't care if my father has other plans for me. I want to be with you. Only you." The hint of surprise in his tone was reassuring. Tristan was just as startled by his feelings as she was by hers.
There was no denying that. They'd come too far to let go of what was between them.
She lifted her head and nuzzled his throat before kissing a path upward. When she reached his mouth, his lips curved against hers, and it warmed her even more than the hot shower.
"Let me show you how much I missed you. Please," he begged in a gruff whisper. "Then we can take all night and go slow. But it's fucking killing me not to be pounding into you hard enough to make my ballocks ache." His words, roughly uttered, dirty and yet strangely comforting, obliterated any last bit of hesitation.
"Yes, God, yes," she begged.
The low growl that rippled through him flowed into her. He tore a condom from its wrapper and rolled it on.
"Fuck, darling, I'm so close to losing it. I need to be inside you, fucking you until we both hurt from it." The way he said hurt didn't sound like a bad thing. She wanted to feel well loved, maybe even a little sore, like she had that first night they'd been together. They'd come together in an explosion of pleasure and power, and she'd liked how she'd felt afterward.
"You make me want to be bad," she confessed between kisses, unable to keep from smiling. "Show me how." It was so true. He took the good girl she'd always been and turned her inside out, making her want to expose that secret part of herself she'd never known until she'd kissed him that night in the pub.
"It will be my sweetest pleasure." The devilish grin he flashed shot a bolt of desire straight to her clit.
He gave her no further warning. Suddenly, Kat was spinning as he rotated her to face the wall farthest from the shower nozzle. He was behind her, caging her against the tile with his body. Tristan kissed her neck and shoulders while his hands slid up from her hips to cup her breasts. Squeezing, kneading them, he played for a few minutes, teasing her until she was wet and begging for him to take her.
"Please, Tristan." She tried to reach back to grab him.
"Keep your hands on the wall, love."
It made her hot as hell when he told her what to do. It gave her freedom to enjoy him and the pleasure he gave her without worrying about what to do.
One of his hands dipped between her thighs, parting her slick folds. "So wet for me, aren't you, little Kat," he purred in her ear just before he nipped the lobe.
It was just the right zing of pleasure in the right spot that made her whimper.
"Tell me," he ordered. "Tell me who makes you this wet, love." That accent, so cultured, so refined, was now low, whiskey rough, and it made the inner muscles in her channel contract.
"You, Tristan, only you." She leaned forward, pressing her head against the cold tile as he played with her, exploring her, inserting one finger into her sex, curling it so that he rubbed against a secret ridge that made her suck in a breath and jerk against his hand.
"There?" he asked, lightly caressing that area inside her again.
"Hmm," was all she could get out.
He swirled his finger around, then began to thrust it harder, hitting that spot over and over again. The climax snuck up on her, then slammed through her like a train. A deep moan of shock and pleasure escaped her lips, and her knees trembled.
"We're just getting started, darling." Tristan kissed a sensitive spot on her neck before he bit down, the hint of pain heightening her pleasure and drawing out aftershocks of her climax.
While she tried to catch her breath in ragged pants, he nudged one of his knees between her thighs and then kicked her feet apart.
"Bend over a little," he urged, roughly gripping her hips. Then he used one hand to guide the thick crown of his erection into her. He bent his knees, and with a hold on her shoulder and on her hip, he shoved into her hard. The shock of his penetration made her cry out, the sound echoing on the tile.
"Shhh," he rasped. "Can't wake the parents." Something about the way he said it, making their actions feel forbidden, made it burn that much hotter.
Tristan ground his hips against her ass, teasing her with an overflow of sensations as he buried his shaft inside her to the hilt. She kept her hands braced on the tile, panting his name over and over again.
"Stop teasing me and just fuck me!" Kat had never begged like that or used such language before she met him. He was a bad influence. A wicked, sexy influence.
He didn't need to be told twice. He withdrew until the tip of him was barely inside her, then he rammed back into her.
Fast. Hard. The almost brutal pace felt so good. It was nearly punishing, his domination of her body, but there was no pain, only hard, intense pleasure. When she came apart it felt like she burst into individual atoms, only to come crashing back together. Tristan muffled a shout behind her, thrusting one last time into her, groaning low.
Kat turned her head and pressed her cheek against the cool tile, sucking in air. Her legs shook, and she started to collapse, but Tristan caught her by the waist and lifted her up so she was leaning back against his chest. He was still inside her, that point of intimate connection making up for the week they'd spent apart.
Tristan kept one arm around her waist, the fingers of his other hand gently curled around her throat, stroking her skin. In the soft rushing water, they were immersed in heat and silence, broken only by their shared breaths.
"You're killing me, love. Every time you banish me from your bed, it destroys me." His lips tickled her ears as he spoke.
"I'm so sorry, Tristan."
I can't live another minute without you. The words were too much to say to him. He'd gotten under her skin and into her heart.
"All is forgiven." He kissed her neck, his hands gentle but firm as he caressed her body. "Let's wash and go to bed."
Kat nodded, her entire body quaking with exhaustion, relief, and giddiness. Tristan was here, and he'd forgiven her for pushing them apart. Tomorrow she'd worry about the consequences. Tomorrow she'd figure out how they would keep their relationship from being discovered by their parents. Tonight she was going to enjoy being with him and not worry about anything.
Without saying another word, they took turns washing each other. Kat explored his muscles, stroking him as she lathered soap over his skin. Tristan nuzzled her neck, the kisses sweet and tender, sending shivers through her. If only they could stay here, together forever, hot water coating their skin and their bodies pressed close.
Tristan gently washed her hair, his fingers threading through the strands and massaging her scalp in a way that made her entire body hum with contentment.
I've made the right choice. He's worth the risk. She just had to hope now that he wouldn't break her heart.