“Don’t stop.” I thrust my hips toward him, a silent plea for him to finish. He rose and held my face, mouth hovering an inch from mine as our eyes locked, and licked the water from his lips.

My jaw slackened, and I felt the spray from the shower misting on my tongue. He was going to kiss me. I was sure of it. “Rafe,” I whispered, aching to taste him. Just once.

He pulled my arms down. “Wrap your hand around me.”

I closed my fingers around his erection, and my palm glided over silky smooth skin. His breath shuddered out with every stroke and mingled with mine in a frenzy of want and need. The air between us grew moist and warm from the steam of the shower.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead falling against mine, “that feels incredible. Keep going.”

Mindlessly, I rubbed him and watched in wonder as he lost himself to my touch. With each groan and sigh that erupted from his beautiful mouth, my own need bloomed out of control.

“I want you so much,” I said.

He let out a growl and stilled my movement. “You’re not getting off.”

If he intended to drive me mad by using my desire for him as a weapon, then he’d have no problem succeeding.

Rafe had turned into a cruel son of a bitch.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart.” How I hated that endearment coming from his lips. He said it with scorn, made it sound like an insult. Hands gripping my shoulders, he pushed down hard until my knees buckled.

The thought of sucking his cock shouldn’t excite me so much. Shit, I was in big trouble. He was toying with me, making me hot and wet for him, and leaving me with no end in sight.

He angled my head back, his touch somehow gentle despite the iron-like hold he had on me. I opened my mouth, my heart thudding in my ears as he pushed his cock inside.

“Fuck. I haven’t had a woman suck me off in eight years.”

His admission filled me with a sense of power. I’d be the one to bring him pleasure after all this time. I closed my lips around his shaft and peeked up at him, needing the connection, but he avoided eye contact. He tipped forward, palms slamming against the tile, and his chest rose and fell shallowly, biceps rippling, tattoos a dark sheen underneath the water.

He grunted with each thrust, and his essence infused my tongue with the heady taste of him. I wanted him inside me so badly—a desperate need I was certain would destroy me.

You’re not getting off.

Eventually, he was going to fuck me again.

And eventually, I was going to break from frustration.

14. Showtime - Rafe

14. SHOWTIME - RAFE