Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 45: Shower

♡  Alaiya's POV:  ♡

"Roman, I said shower," I pronounce very clearly as I remind him.

"Mhmm," he says with his mouth moving against mine.

I said yes to taking a shower with him because I wanted to, and all of a sudden, I'm on the bathroom counter with my bare legs around him and my naked body inches away from his. He said we were waiting for the shower to heat up so I wouldn't get cold, but I'm guessing he was lying.

"You know I'm fucking you in this shower, right?" he expresses in a super casual tone.

Butterflies come swarming in right as those words come out of his mouth, and my whole body ignites because I want that internally so bad.

I'm becoming him.
Oh no!

I haven't had sex with him since I've been here, and crap have I wanted to feel what I felt when we did it the first time since the day he left. What it felt like when he pushed his fingers against me. How he entered me right after I was about to release and continued to go slow until I was ready. That single moment has been in my head on repeat for the past two months just because I couldn't wait to do it again.

What is going on with me?
Don't say it Alaiya.

"Do it," my tone was supposed to come out in a demanding or agreeing way, but instead, it sounded more like a challenge by mistake.

His eyes sparkle and accept the challenge the minute the tone is heard through his ears, which only makes me get a little nervous about what's about to happen. One thing I know is that that look may either bring out pleasure more in me than I've ever felt, or make me take the words I spoke right back and make me regret them.

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My back gets slammed straight on the shower glass wall, making my entire body run with adrenaline and goosebumps.

I can't even keep up with his mouth that's moving at a speed that probably isn't even on the meter.

For someone who got around five or six hours of sleep and looked like he was breaking a while ago, he sure has a lot of energy.

Neither of us slept since I was waiting for him to fall asleep and he wouldn't. His fingers just kept tracing circles into my back, and I think I traced his tattoos over a hundred times until we both decided to finally get out of bed.

His knee comes right between my legs and makes them lock in place while his lips go from my mouth straight to my boobs in under a second. The warm shower water is falling on both our bodies as his hair is now wet, while mine is clipped up into a bun.

He actually snuck up on me while I was putting my hair up which is technically how we ended up here in the first place.

His hands go down my back and meet directly with my butt. He grips it upwards tightly, making me move my hips off the wall and arch my back as he goes lower and lower on my body with the kisses he lays. I thought he was going to do what he did yesterday on the pool table but his lips keep going all the way down up until they reach my front.

Shit!

My mouth instantly opens in a gasping manner to contain the teasing pleasure and frustration he's giving me, but with no clue about what he's doing.

"Roman," I breathe as he keeps kissing my inner thigh and front, though is keeping in limits which I internally don't want him to continue to do for some reason.