A ragged sound emerges from somewhere deep in his chest. He hisses through his teeth, tugging me away, watching me with hooded eyes before our mouths clash together again and our chests meet, skin on skin, lips searching, learning, sucking.

I yank at his pants blindly, struggling with the wet fabric until he pulls back so we can toss the rest of our soaked clothes into a heap on the floor.

Fitz reaches into the shower and turns the handle, his hand cupping the side of my neck, and then his mouth comes back, meeting mine. The room fills with the thrum of water, drowning out the music and voices from outside our little cocoon of slow-moving steam.

Then we’re in the small shower, my back against the cold tile and his under the stream of hot water. Rivets slide down his golden skin, pulled tight over lean muscle. My hands trace the path the water takes until I reach his hips and stare down at his rock-hard member, larger than I expected, both intriguing and slightly terrifying.

I start to wonder what I’m supposed to do with this thing, exactly. I mean, I understand the mechanics but I’ve never—

And then all those thoughts slip away as his hands slide over my curves down and down and down.

His fingers dip between my legs, pressing and luring and coaxing sensation. And then all I can do is feel. His dark eyes flash, intense and focused, while his hand makes me twist and buck and keen. I clutch at him, grabbing his shoulders to keep from forming a puddle of limbs at his feet.

His mouth moves back to my breast, tongue laving at my nipple. His free hand goes to my other breast, and I jerk against his hand between my legs. His fingers falter for a moment and then move again, caressing with the flat of his palm right there where I need it. A finger slides into me and I break, biting my lip to hold back the flood of sound threatening to fly out of my lips.

The water patters against the tile, tugging me back into consciousness. I open my eyes and find Fitz watching me, his eyes hooded, his mouth parted and swollen.

He grasps his erection with the same hand that just pleasured me, sliding it back and forth.

My body is still quivering from the most intense orgasm of my life, and I stare at his movements, watching him pleasure himself in fascination. Up and down. I’d rather like to touch him that way myself. Inexplicably, heat begins to fill my stomach again. I never thought I would find such a sight erotic, but it absolutely is. Or maybe it’s just him.

I slip one hand down and over his fingers and move with him. Feeling the movement kicks everything up a notch, sending heat swirling into my stomach.

After a minute, he lets go, leaning both arms on either side of my head against the cool tile at my back and we both watch as I imitate his prior movements. Back and forth, experimenting with the flesh in my hand that’s like hard steel under soft skin.