I Can't Let You Go

Shower-Talk

"Kit?" 

After she put down the phone, she knocked several times on the bathroom door. She heard how the water was flowing but Kit did not answer. She leaned to the door for a moment. She was a bit embarrassed because before she called Michael back she did not even check what time is it. Of course, she woke him up. She needs to pay attention to the others, not just that case. That was too important for her. Kit was too important for her, but that was not a reason to disturb others with her problem. She sighed and tried to knock again, but he did not answer. She pushed down the door handle and entered the bathroom. Kit was still standing in the shower. The water was flowing to his head and his back. It was no wonder he did not hear anything. "Kit?" she tried again while walking closer but he still did not give any reaction. Not even at the moment, she opened the shower-cabin door. Her eyes stopped on those perfectly rounded butt and his back. He was muscular, more muscular than she remembered. He always had a hot body but it was clear he does work out a lot in the past period. She bit her lower lip. She lied when she said she doesn't want to be with him. Of course, she wanted. It would reassure her but meanwhile, she knew that is not the right time. "Kit?" she tried again and finally he heard her and turned in her direction. 

Even his ABS were more developed. The line towards his groin and ... she tried to turn her gaze somewhere else but her eyes stuck on his body. He did not say a word just straightened himself more. He noticed that gaze... that gaze full of lust, longing, and desire. 
"Ahm..." she tried to form a word after some seconds. "You ... you look... Do you train a lot lately?" she swallowed. 
"You pretend you haven't seen me naked yet." Kit raised his brow. 
"You look good. Ahm... I ... Michael called me and..." she tried to continue but he grabbed her arm. "I'll be full of water." she tried to stay out of the shower cabin but he took a step towards her. 
"Then you better take off your clothes." he smiled at her and squeezed her arm. 
"I thought you are mad at me." she looked into his eyes.
"I am mad at everyone and everything. I am mad at the fucked up situation we are in." he shrugged. "And you are the only thing that ... can make the situation better." he was so close to her and she felt how his hand slid below her jumper and touch her skin. 
"I thought..." she tried to answer but his lips were so close to hers. "I thought we agreed nothing is going to happen between us before..." she felt how his mouth dried out. 
"Then go out." Kit whispered "I'll be there in a minute." he kept his eyes on her face, his gaze wandered to her amazing lips. "Or do what is best for us... and join me here." he breathed a kiss to her lips. She was hungry for his touch. She wanted that damn man, and it was nonsense to keep him away from her. "So Clarke? What is your choice?" he thrust his tongue to her mouth and kissed her wildly. Emilia let herself drift with the events. Who did she want to lie? She did not want to resist. Not even for a moment. Kit almost ripped down the jumper from her body then he pulled her closer to his chest. 

"My pants are still..." she tried to form a word between two kisses but Kit did not let her finish the sentence. He unbuttoned those and pulled down quickly from her legs, and in a blink, he pulled her inside the shower cabin and pressed her to the wall, and continued that wild and passionate kiss. His hands were exploring her body as if he never touched her like ever. She trembled at every touch. "Kit" she moaned his name and closed her eyes. She felt in her groin how his hard manhood pressed to her sex. She grabbed it and started to move her hands on it up and down. Slowly. 
"Oh baby" he tried to breathe. "You have no idea how much I missed you." 
"Show me," Emilia answered with a smirk on her face and Kit just raised her to his lap and his manhood easily found the way inside her. "YES!" she welcomed him with a loud voluptuous scream. Kit could have sworn she is thinner and easier than she was months ago, but at that moment he couldn't care less. He got the woman he loved. He got her again. She was there in his arms, he sink in her and she panted to his ears. Only that mattered at that night. He thrust her wilder at every moment and she just enjoyed it. She loved it. She loved him. With her whole heart.