“You’re the best hangover cure,” she pants as I bring her back down to earth, drinking up her pleasure and swallowing it down.

“You’re the best everything cure.” I trail my tongue up her body, from her pussy to her throat until I’m on my feet again. “Hmmm.” I kiss her jawline. “I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” I pull her flushed face down and share her release, spreading it across her lips. “Deal?”

“Deal,” she says, no hesitation, her hands and eyes drifting down my torso. I feel my muscles tighten the closer she gets to my scar.

“Don’t even ask,” I say without thought, knowing what’s coming. “How’s your head?”

She startles, her hands freezing just shy of my wound. God damn me, I need to think before I speak, manage my fucking tone. I fight to get my scowl under control as she looks up at me.

“Better,” she says quietly, unsure, and I kick my stupid motherfucking arse all over the bathroom. But being defensive comes naturally, always has, and I need to kick that habit with Ava. I offer a small, apologetic smile, and move things along, glancing down at my boxers.

She reaches forward tentatively, as if bracing herself, and the second her touch meets my skin, I take a long, steadying breath, watching her concentrate, her eyes shooting to mine when she meets my solid cock. She moves in closer, my eyes close, and I lower my forehead to hers for a few relaxing moments, her hands drifting to my arse.

“I love this,” she whispers, and I open my eyes.

“It’s all yours, baby.” All of me is yours. The good, the bad, and the downright fucking ugly.

She smiles, satisfied, and grabs my dick. I gulp. “I really love this.”

Fuck me. I smash our mouths together, kissing her hard, possessively, tugging her close, absolutely loving her greediness. She’s desperate. I’m desperate. We’re going at each other like we might not live if we don’t ravish each other, all tongues and teeth, moans and gasps. My head is spinning. Fucking hell, get me inside her. She must be on the same page because she’s suddenly missing from my mouth, wrestling my boxers down my legs. I help her along, and as soon as I’m free, I grab her, hauling her into my chest. “Get your thighs around my waist,” I demand, unable to control my tone, attacking her throat, getting my mouth anywhere I can as she circles my hips with her long, slender legs. I choke on nothing when my cock brushes her soaked pussy.

“Oh God,” she yelps. I kiss her again, blindly walking into the shower and trapping her against the wall with my body, my hands wedged into the tile to hold me up. “This is going to be hard, Ava.” I’ll never be able to hold myself back. I’m too desperate. Too starved. “You can scream.” Scream so loud, make my ears hear only that. I’ve missed it.