So I make sure the shower curtain is totally closed, then lean back against the tile wall. Its cool, smooth surface makes my skin ripple, but it’s a welcome break from the heat of the water and the flame that’s swirling inside me, begging to be let out. My eyes flutter shut as my fingers find my clit again, swirling across it as the hot water streams between my legs.

I try to stay focused on the sensations, but my mind inevitably wanders back to Declan. I can’t help thinking about what he’d be doing if he were here right now. I imagine him ripping back the shower curtain and catching me like this, with my legs spread and my fingers sliding in and out of myself.

He wouldn’t hesitate, he’d just rip his clothes off and step inside. I bet he wouldn’t even bother closing the curtain, he’d just push my legs apart with his and lift me up by the thighs, driving my body up the wall while his thick, hard cock pulses against my entrance.

I can practically hear his voice, that low rumble that vibrates through my entire body. “Let me take care of you, hummingbird.”

Fuck, I love the way he says that nickname.

I imagine him pushing into me as I shove two fingers deep into myself. And when my knuckles disappear inside, I curl my fingers to scrape them against my g-spot. My breath hitches in my throat and my head tumbles back against the shower wall, but in my mind, I see my legs wrapping around Declan’s waist, desperately pulling him as far into me as I can to stretch myself around that beautiful, thick cock he has.

I work my clit with my free hand, spinning my fingertips in hungry, ragged circles against it. The hot water mixes in, making it feel like Declan’s hot mouth and tongue on me, and I bite my lip to bite back the scream that’s bubbling in the back of my throat.

I imagine him whispering in French against my skin, just like he did that night, words I couldn’t understand but felt in my soul. I imagine his hands gripping my hips, holding me still for his thrusts, his eyes—those intense, captivating eyes—locked on mine, making sure I feel every single second of what he’s giving me.

“Declan!” I whimper as my orgasm grips me, and when my eyes flutter closed briefly, I swear I see him on his knees in the shower in front of me, sucking and lapping at my clit and folds as the water splashes against his back and wets his dark hair.

But the feeling is so intense that my eyes squeeze shut again, and my knees start trembling so hard I have to use the shower wall to steady myself. I’m gasping for breath, my clit throbbing from the release.