I lower my eyes. I want everyone to know she’s mine. She has my heart, and it scares me that she may not want it as much as I want her to have it.

She still hasn’t acknowledged that I told her I loved her.

“I wanted to tell them so badly that it was your bed I was in,” I say quietly.

She looks over at me, and I rise, leading her into the shower, both of us slowly peeling off each other’s clothes and my eyes never leaving hers.

I unzip her skirt, letting it fall into the tub. The shower douses my back as she peels off my tank top and helps me strip off my jeans.

We dump our food-stained clothes into the sink to be washed out later, and she pushes me back under the spray, helping me clean my hair.

But I’ve barely tipped my head back, closing my eyes, before her mouth covers my nipple.

There’s something mentally wrong with people like Olivia Jaeger.

I shake with a laugh at Amy’s words today. Then there’s something wrong with me, too. I’m so hard for her already.

“What are you laughing at?” Liv asks.

I grab her face and bring it up to me. “Nothing, baby. You just make me shiver.” And I kiss her, swirling my tongue into her mouth and wrapping my arm around her, holding her tight against me as the warmth blankets us.

Spinning her around, I rinse her off, her hair and body, never taking my hands off her as her kisses on my neck seep down into my belly.

“You said you could do anything a man could do,” I taunt. “Prove it.”

“Or what?” She bites my lips. “You threatening to get from Callum what you can’t get from me?”

She licks my mouth, and we grind on each other faster.

I groan. “Start getting more possessive, and I won’t have to. Tell me I’m your girl.”

Tell me.

“You trying to start shit right now?”

“Yes.” And I kiss her deep and strong, covering her mouth like it’s my last meal.

She slides down the wall, squatting between my legs, and yanks my hips into her mouth. Oh, Jesus. Her tongue glides up my pussy over and over again, ending each time with a nibble or sucking.

Again and again.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, her lips tugging my clit and making me moan. I don’t care who’s here to hear. Let them hear.

I lift my leg, placing my foot on the edge of the tub behind her, fisting her hair with one hand and reaching up, gripping the windowsill with another.

“Fuck me, princess,” she says.

She bites me, and I let my head fall back, overcome. I roll my hips, thrusting into her mouth against the wall, and I peer down, taking in the view.

She kisses and tugs, sucking on my inner thighs and swirling her tongue over my slit. “Fuck.” I shake, grinding on her mouth faster. “More, Liv.”

She takes my ass in both hands, diving inside me with her tongue, and I cry out. Heat fills my stomach, and I throb as she thrusts into me and rubs her own clit between her legs.

She licks and tastes. “You’re so wet, baby.” And then she meets my eyes again. “But I’m dying to stretch you.”

I pause, my body aching to come and every inch of me hot. My pointed nipple hovers above her.

Before I can make sure I understand what she wants, she stands, turns the showerhead toward the wall and off of us, and reaches outside the shower, digging out the toy.

Once I see it, my heart jackhammers. “I’m scared.”

She meets my gaze. “Me too.”

She holds it under the water, rinsing it clean, and while I know she’s just saying that to soothe me, I appreciate it. It feels, for a moment, like we’re doing something together for the first time. Even though I know I’m not her first time. Or probably her fifth.

She kisses me again. “It’s the anticipation that makes you worry,” she says, pressing the button and finding a slow, steady rhythm.

She glides it between my legs, and I jerk, grabbing onto her.

“I can’t wait till you fuck me with this,” she whispers.

And I can’t help but smile. I would do anything to bring her pleasure.

“Come here, baby.” And she pulls me down on top of her as she sits on the bathtub floor, leaning back into a relaxed position. I straddle, following her lead, both of us rolling our hips and grinding on each other.

“You want to do it in here?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes. We’re wet. If we leave here, you’ll be cold. Stay with me.”

Always.

She moves the toy between us, and I scoot down her legs a little, watching her fit the shorter end inside of herself. It vibrates, I hear a sudden intake of breath, and my eyes dart up to hers, seeing a pained look on her face as she sinks it inside.

She whimpers, and my heart skips a beat, but…the pain fades out of her expression and she calms.

She rolls the toy a little, working the ribbed part over her clit until her breathing is no longer short and shallow but hard and deep.

Then, she looks at me. “Come here.”

God, she’s beautiful.

Leaning down, I kiss and suck her stomach, nibble her breasts, and then I lower my mouth on the toy, taking it down my throat and giving her something to watch.

“Clay…” she murmurs.

I wet it, not sure if the fright has dried me out, but I’m doing this. I’m doing this with her. Bringing my leg over, I straddle her again and lower myself onto it, feeling the tip dip inside.

I immediately tense up.

“Is it too big?” she asks.

I want to say yes. I want to retreat. But people do this every day. I can do this.

I move my hips in a circle, brushing the vibrator over my clit and getting warmed up again, and then I sink it inside, just an inch at first, and then I stop. “Just give me a minute,” I tell her.

I slide it out and back in, feeling the bulb of the shaft stretch me, and it hurts, but I sink farther down, the pain uncomfortable but bearable.

Liv thumbs my nipples, both of us silent and slow as I slide out and then back in again until I’m fully seated on her.

“Liv…”

“Just stay there,” she whispers, holding me on her. “Stay there. Give it a minute.”

I lean down, stretched, a little sore, and filled. It’s inside me, all the way.

I kiss her, squeezing her breast, and I start moving, grinding on her.

“Ride me, Clay.”

“Yeah,” I moan.

I rub on her, letting the vibrations do their work, and in a moment, I’m so warm, I know I’m wet. I slide off and back on it, moving it in and out easily now, not feeling bad at all. Just…stretched.

I smile, lean back, and grip both sides of the tub, loving her eyes on my body as I move and put on a show for her.

“You want it, baby?” She grips my hips.

I grind faster, the thickness, the tip hitting me deep inside, and the little motor jackhammering on our clits, making a combination beat of the best fucking thing I think I’ve ever felt.

I groan, changing positions to bounce on top of her. “Oh, God,” I cry, feeling it there now. Chasing it.

She squeezes my hips, baring her teeth and staring between us where our bodies meet. “Fuck, Clay. Harder, baby. Come on. Harder. It feels so good.”

And I can’t tell the difference between her moans and mine as we fuck in the bathtub.