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My breaths come quicker, the air thick with the steam and the heady mix of our anticipation.
His lips find the sensitive spot on my neck, and I gasp, my hands clutching at him, pulling him closer. The water streams down, but all I can feel is the fire he's igniting within me. It’s a fire that consumes every part of me, leaving no room for doubt or fear, only the overwhelming sensation of him.
Kane’s hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he kisses me deeply. It’s a kiss that speaks of passion, of the connection we’ve always shared but are only now fully realizing. His touch is everywhere, grounding me and setting me ablaze at the same time.
My hands move to his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my palms anchors me. As our bodies press together, skin to skin, the reality of this moment hits me again with full force. This is real. This is happening. And it’s everything I've ever wanted.
Together, we move under the warm spray, our hands and lips exploring, discovering, claiming. Every touch, every kiss, is a new revelation, a new spark that adds to the inferno between us. We are lost in each other, in the sensations, in the undeniable attraction that binds us.
Kane pulls me closer. The sound of our breathing is heavy and mingles with the rush of water.
“Timber.” His voice is barely audible above the shower’s spray, yet every syllable vibrates through me. “This is everything.”
I nod, unable to form words, my chest swelling with a mixture of joy and an overwhelming sense of belonging. In the water, we are not just washing away the sand and salt of the day, but also any barriers that might have once stood between us.
As we continue to explore, kiss, and hold one another, the world outside fades to nothing. Here, there is only us, and in this moment, we are infinite.
Suddenly, the water shifts from hot to shockingly cold. I let out a startled laugh, stepping back from the spray. “I don’t think we saved any water,” I joke, shivering slightly as Kane reaches out to shut the taps.
He pulls me against him, his touch igniting a fire that makes the cold seem irrelevant. “To hell with it,” he says, his voice low and husky.
We leave the shower, our laughter trailing behind us as we grab towels. Wrapped in the plush fabric—and each other’s heat—we pad over to the bedroom. Despite the cool air, all that registers is the fire racing through my veins, a blaze stoked by every touch from Kane.
Kane drops his towel, and I take in his magnificence. Everything about him is chiseled and hard. My knees go weak just looking at him. With a gentle tug, my towel falls to the floor.
He steps closer, the intensity in his eyes mirroring the rapid pulse thrumming through my veins. His hands find my waist, and he lifts me effortlessly. The world tilts for a breathless moment, and then I’m on the bed beneath him, the softness of the duvet a stark contrast to the firmness of him.
His eyes search mine, seeking confirmation, finding the answer in my eager response as I pull him closer. “I can’t believe we’re finally here,” I whisper.
“Yes,” he breathes out, the word more a vow than a simple affirmation as his lips meet mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
KANE
Timber has somehow broken through my emotional barriers with ease. Now, the thought of not spending every moment by her side feels impossible. This isn’t about jumping into anything too quickly. It’s about acknowledging the profound impact she has. This is more than a casual fling after a night out—it's something special, and she needs to understand how much it means. Her physical strength, witty sense of humor, and the kindness she shows everyone make her flawless. Even her belief in destiny bringing us together is endearing. The details of how we ended up here don’t matter. What matters is that we are here now, naked in this bed, and this moment will be unforgettable.
She spreads her legs, inviting me to join her in the intimate space between them. But I resist the urge to plunge into the depths immediately. Instead, I want to savor every moment, to take my time exploring every inch of her. The anticipation builds, and a surge of desire races through my body. I want to prolong this moment, drawing out the tension until it’s almost unbearable.
With a soft kiss, I begin at her mouth, my lips capturing hers in a slow, lingering dance. Her hands find purchase in my hair, pulling me closer. I kiss my way down her neck, pausing to suck gently at the pulse point. The rapid pace of her heart beats against my lips. Her skin tastes sweet, a heady mix of soap and her own unique scent.
I move lower, my kisses trailing down her collarbone, across her chest, and over the swell of her breasts. She gasps as I take a nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud, her body arching into me. My hand finds its way to her other breast, kneading gently, reveling in the soft moans that escape her lips. Her reactions fuel my desire.
With deliberate slowness, I kiss my way down her abdomen, feeling the tremors that ripple through her body. I pause at her navel, dipping my tongue into the hollow before continuing my descent. When I finally reach her feet, I start anew, tracing every curve and contour of her toes, savoring the delicate arch of her foot.
Slowly, I make my way back up her legs, my hands following the path of my lips, kneading the muscles, skimming the heat of her skin. Her breaths come quicker, shallower, each exhale a soft plea for more. I pause at her knees, savoring the anticipation that builds between us before resuming my exploration. Every inch of her body is a map to be discovered, and I am eager to chart its paths.
My mouth leaves a trail of fire along her inner thigh, but just as I approach her most intimate area, I veer away, teasing the sensitive skin along her hips. She responds by threading her fingers through my hair, urging me closer with a gentle pressure. But I resist, determined to savor every second, to revel in every sigh that comes from her lips.
I navigate her body like I’m on a quest to find hidden treasures. The air is heavy with the intoxicating scent of her, and it ignites a primal fire within me.
Finally, our eyes lock in an exchange full of desire. Her lips part in anticipation, an invitation to continue this teasing game of near touches and whispered breaths. With an expression that’s both gentle and playful, I accept, shifting my focus to where she wants me most, ready to dive deep.
As her eyes lock onto mine, I start with a gentle kiss. The softness of her touch against my lips sends a rush of heat through me. With a playful and teasing flick of my tongue, I trace every inch of her most sensitive areas, savoring the sweet sound of her gasps and moans as they escape her lips. The taste of her skin lingers on my tongue, like a delicious and addictive treat. Her body trembles beneath me. As I continue to explore with deliberate kisses and tantalizing strokes, her breathing quickens, and her hands find their way to my hair, urging me on. I relish in her response, knowing that I’m bringing her pleasure and that she’s completely in the moment with me.
As she reaches the peak of ecstasy, her body tenses with pleasure, and a soft gasp escapes in the most delicious way. In that moment of pure bliss, she surrenders to the sensations, her grip on the sheets becoming white-knuckled as she rides the powerful waves of her climax. She unravels beneath me while I maintain the connection. My grip remains firm on her thighs, while I hold my mouth tightly against her until her shudders subside.
Basking in the glow of having brought her such pleasure, I take a moment to drink in the sight—her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her eyes flutter open to meet mine, filled with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. I move back up her body, trailing kisses along her skin, savoring each inch as if it were the first time I tasted her.