His hands left my hips then gripped my knees and yanked me down, sliding all the way inside me. I threw my head back and moaned his name. I rolled my hips and we both shuddered. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. The new angle had me trembling and hissing his name. His hands were pressed flat against my back, holding me in place as I rode him. I pressed my forehead against his, my fingernails digging into the neck and jaw as I held him in place. Our hot breaths tangled in the tight space between our faces.

Hot water rained onto my shoulders and slid down my back but it just amped up this passion between us. The sensations were overwhelming. His hands on my back. His breath on my face. His body buried deep inside of me. It was everything. He was everything. As I drove us both into ecstasy I knew we were about to rack up quite a water bill tonight because there was no way I was letting him out of this shower anytime soon.

CHAPTER THIRTY

FRANKIE

There had never been a better morning.

Sure, the world was basically on fire and we were on the cusp of a war, but I’d slept the entire night curled in Everest’s arms. After our shower, we’d dressed and climbed into the bed right there in the infirmary. Neither of us had any energy to climb up to my room on the third floor, and since Everest could do his whole move within the shadows thing, that had to mean he was really wiped out. A bed was a bed though. And if I had my choice, I’d choose his arm over a pillow any day of the week. Especially with his other arm draped over my waist. I held both his hands in mine and pretended I was still asleep. I didn’t want this moment to end.

Someone knocked on the door.

Dammit. I jinxed it. Still, I squeezed my eyes shut. Whoever it was could come back later. Except they knocked a second time. It didn’t sound like an important knock. There was no rush or power behind it. Just a soft little tap.

“They’re not going to stop,” Everest whispered in my ear, then chuckled, which sent shivers down my spine. Not that he noticed, he cleared his throat and rolled onto his back. “Come in.”

The door opened slowly. I’d been expecting Tegan but was surprised to find Tennessee leaning in the doorway. He gave us a sideways grin and nodded. “Cousin. Old man. Morning.”

“Old man,” Everest said with a chuckle that shook the bed. “Good morning, Little Michael.”

Tenn crossed his arms over his chest. “How insulting would it be if I called you Little Lilith?”

I snort-laughed.

“Then again, you’re wearing my clothes right now, perhaps Little Haven is more appropriate?”

Everest cackled.