Page 46 of Imbalanced Minds

Standing before my man, completely bare and vulnerable, I square my shoulders and take charge. I’ve never been so bold with a man, but Cory makes me want to be courageous and daring; he’s allowing me the control that was once stolen from me and I so desperately seek.

Standing under the shower spray, hands balled at his side, he’s showing the limitation of handing control over to me.

I reach out, touch his chest, crawling my fingers along his shirt toward the buttons. Making slow work of undoing each one, I then slide the shirt over his wide shoulders and discard it with my forgotten dress.

I let out a gasp at how defined Cory’s muscles are. I must be looking at him like I’m about to eat him. I know I’m looking at him like a predator wanting its prey because in the next minute I’m being lifted by my thighs and pressed hard against the shower wall.

This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s a frenzy of lips, tongues and hands. Always in need of more.

“Scream my name, Angel,” Cory grunts demandingly into my neck.

I wrap my legs around his hard waist and do just that.