Holy shit. Her mouth was heaven. Hot, almost too damn hot, and tight around my dick. She took her time with the tip, rolling her tongue in circular motions before licking down the underside. My head dropped against the tile, and my mind shattered, thoughts lost to the roar of the water. I couldn’t look at her, didn’t want her to see how completely unglued I was.

This spitfire of a woman, a woman I had every reason to hate, made me question everything.

Damn, it’d been too fucking long since I’d had a woman on her knees pleasuring me. I tried convincing myself that was the only reason for the intensity in my groin, that it had nothing to do with who was sucking my cock, but that didn’t fly. I thrust my hips forward, needing to go deeper. Faster.

She edged back and made a gagging noise, but I shoved my hands into her wet, tangled hair and growled. No way in hell was I letting her pull away. She was going to swallow my load, every last bit of it. I expected her to fight me, but instead she did something that stunned the hell out of me; she fondled my balls in her warm palm and moaned. Fuck, Alex getting off on sucking my cock was fucking amazing.

I glanced down and found her gaze trained on me as her lips slid along my shaft. Hot damn…she was good at this. The sexiest thing about her eyes was the genuine need in them. She wasn’t putting on a show or giving me a fake sultry stare like other women used to. She took me deep in her throat and gagged, but she didn’t retreat.

“Alex…” I hissed in a breath between clenched teeth. “That. Keep doing that. Almost there.”

She gagged again, and that was my undoing. Thank God for small favors. I curled my fingers in her strands, holding her immobile, and pushed deeper. I wanted as deep as possible—wanted her helpless because up until then, she’d held all the power.

My mind disconnected, floating where only liberation existed, and I ground my eyes shut, groaning as my release spurted down her throat.

She finished swallowing, and reluctantly, I let her pull those amazing lips from my shaft. Her needy expression was almost too much, and when she placed a tender kiss on the tip of my cock, something inside me wanted to crack. I almost did. She was bringing me back from the brink, bit by bit, and only the reminder of the hell she’d put me through kept me on course.

She whispered my name, a question in her tone.