“Ash, please.” She was begging. Kincaid Breslin didn’t beg. But right now, she didn’t care.

“Tell me what you want,” he ground out, his grip on her tightening.

“You,” she panted. “All of you. Inside me. Please, Ash.”

“With pleasure,” he said and shifted his hold on her leg.

She braced herself for the feel of him, but he froze suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” she gasped.

He swore and touched his forehead to hers. “No condoms. We need to get out.”

She nearly screamed at the thwarted pleasure. She needed him inside her. Right now. She swallowed hard, her thoughts racing, and words tumbled out. “I haven’t been with anyone for months. I’ve been tested since and am on the pill. You?”

He lifted his head, gaze searching. “I got tested as soon as I found out Melanie had cheated. I’m not on the pill.”

She smiled and touched her lips to his. “I’m okay going without if you are.”

Desire flashed in his eyes, and he dipped his head to kiss her again, more deeply this time. When he broke away, they were both gasping for air. He stepped back and put his hands on her waist, turning her around. “Foot on the bench. Hands on the bar. This might not take long, because fuck you drive me crazy, but I’m going to make it good for you.”

Goose bumps prickled her skin even though the water was still warm. Something about that commanding tone he had did it for her. She followed his instructions and braced her hands on the towel bar.

Ash pressed himself behind her, one hand snaking between her and the wall to touch her where she needed as he entered her. Just the feel of his fingertips stroking her was almost enough to send her over the edge, but when his cock slid inside, bare and hot and thick, she had to fight hard not to fall apart.

He held her in place, pumping into her slow and deep, the water sliding down over them and the scent of vanilla and her own arousal wrapping around them. His lips and teeth went to her neck, kissing and nipping and driving her higher and higher. He growled and his fingers stroked her harder as her body clenched around him.

“Ash, please,” she panted. “More. Need…”

His patience broke at her stuttered begging. His thrusts sped up until the sounds of their bodies moving together and the water drumming against the walls were all that was left. Her pleasure was coiling, tighter and tighter, the power to manage her release no longer in her control. She rocked her hips against him, desperate, needy, urging him on. Needing that one little push to set off the bomb inside her. Please, please, please. As if hearing her silent words, Ash buried himself to the hilt and stroked his fingers fast and precise against her, hitting just where she needed. Light exploded in her vision, and a cry wrenched out of her.