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EVE
She was shivering now, but it wasn't from the water. Her eyes, full of awareness, met his. The steam and tension swirled slowly, lazily around them, surrounding them.
His hand gently stroked her cheek. "See, you screamed for me, that first time. I have dreams about that scream…I want to hear it again." He took a step forward, and his body bumped into hers. He nudged her intimately, his hips rubbing against hers, and watched with satisfaction when she trembled for him. Every spare moment today, I thought of you …and when I thought of you, I thought of all the things I wanted to do with you. Do to you. So, I thought I'd show you just what I was thinking. I hope you're not tired," he drawled, shaking his head, his fingers lightly stroking her body, "because this might take a while."
With a quick flex of his shoulders, he yanked off his shirt and flipped it over the shower rod. Distracted by the sight of wet male, she didn't realize his pants had followed until her gaze drifted down… Startled, her eyes shot back to his as she remembered she was still fully clothed. Desire flared within her as she watched him watch her. In a reverse of a night not so long ago, he stood exposed before her, brazenly allowing her to look her fill. That he was aroused, there was no doubt, and his intention was clear - but exactly what he would do next, she couldn't begin to guess. The uncertainty only added to the already taut atmosphere. This was the Booth she was unfamiliar with, the stranger who'd appeared that first day. She didn't know what he would do, but she knew she wanted to be with him.
When he continued to do nothing but stare at her, she frowned, wondering what game he was playing. She felt her mouth gather into a pout; she couldn't help herself. Then she saw the invitation in his eyes, and realized what he wanted. He wanted her to play. She touched him, hands drifting, head spinning. She reveled in the feel of him; her fingers dragged along his skin, pressing and sliding along the ridges of muscle. Her touch danced lower, and he hissed, teeth gritted. She felt his quick, hard tremor and smiled, knowing she wasn't the only one affected. Leaning in, she buried her face in his neck and inhaled, filling her lungs with his scent. She'd missed this, the feel and smell of him. The taste of him. She closed her lips over his earlobe and sucked, drawing the soft flesh into her mouth. A deep rumble sounded in his chest, and at last his hands came to her.
He pressed his palms to her back, bringing her firmly against him for a long, long, gentle kiss. Her blood began to churn sluggishly in her veins, as the kiss went on and on, and his hands began to stray. Finally he put her from him, smiling at her small sound of disappointment. "Take off your clothes."
She complied instantly, eagerly, her shirt dropping onto the floor with a wet slap. The jeans were harder – she wiggled and stretched, but to no avail. The wet fabric barely budged. She looked at him in dismay. "They won't come off."
He smiled darkly and angled his head, eyes greedily taking her in. "Let me help." His hand gripped her upper arm, and without warning he spun her around and pressed her against the wall. The shock of the cold tile against her bare skin was only equaled by the feel of his fingers deftly peeling the soaked denim down her legs. His shoulder was against the small of her back – she was trapped, unable to move. Then, just as she was free of the jeans, he moved. She pushed off the wall and took a step back, but before she could turn his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her abruptly back against him, and he plunged his fingers into her. Her loud, urgent moan surrounded them, and her knees buckled. Her sudden limpness only increased his fervor. He shoved his leg between hers, taking control of her body, his fingers stroking, stroking. Her head rapped back on his shoulder, hips bucking, jerking. Her erotic movements and the soft, urgent noises coming from her throat filled him with an almost violent madness. Crazed, he set his teeth on her shoulder, nipping firmly, absorbing every moan, every shudder.
She couldn't get enough oxygen. She sucked in lungful after lungful of hot, steamy air, but it wasn't enough. Her mind's eye saw the two of them wrapped together, and that added to her arousal. At another time she might be shocked at her uninhibited, wanton behavior, but now she didn't care. She wanted more. Whatever he would give her, she wanted. The water beat down on them, stunningly hot. He was rocking with her, matching her desperate movements and spurring her on.
His arm was locked around her, fingers deep inside her, stroking her, driving her. Desperate, drunken moans were falling from her lips, but it wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough. He whispered, an intimate request close to her ear. "I want you to scream, remember, Temperance?" Will you scream for me?" When she didn't answer, but simply continued to cry wildly, he slid his hand from her waist up her torso, fingers sliding across a sensitive nipple. Then she did scream, the sound bouncing loudly off the tiles as the shock waves rippled through her. He smiled, brutally aroused, and more than pleased with her response. He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder before turning her to face him.
By the time she became aware of her surroundings again, she was in his arms, her head on his shoulder as he embraced her. She was grateful for his support – without it, she knew she would have simply folded up onto the floor of the shower. They quietly clung together under the spray, swaying slightly. As energy flooded back to her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, whispering her love to him. He shifted, and her back was against the wall, she was pinned tight by his hard, muscular body. They looked at each other for a long moment, and his hand slid around behind her, long fingers curling tightly around one firm buttock. He caressed her soft curves, his eyes glowing down at her. He lowered his head and exhaled, his hot breath dancing around her nipple, and her breath caught when his tongue tasted her sensitive flesh. As he straightened, he looped her leg over his arm, and even as her mouth dropped open in surprise he thrust into her. She bit her lip, whimpering, the feeling almost unbearable.
His hands were impatient and bold on her body. He watched the erotic responses cross her face as he stroked into her, as he took her. Her eyes were soft, unfocused, and fixed intently on him. "Hold onto me, don't let go…" Her hands moved to his shoulders, slipped, then held, her nails digging into his skin. He cursed, the pinpricks of pain only adding to his pleasure. They moved together, mingled gasps and groans filling the room, filling their heads.
He was surging into her, loving her, and she couldn't get enough. "I can't think when you touch me. Don't stop touching me…" When he smiled and traced her lower lip with his fingertip, she opened her mouth, tongue sliding out, and slowly drew his finger in.
His eyes widened, and he began to thrust harder, an uncontrollable urge rushing through him. "Christ, Temperance, oh, God…" He tucked her leg higher, and to his amazement, felt her other leg wrap around his waist. "Jesus…" He pounded into her repeatedly, all restraint gone, his only desire to be inside her, with her forever. She was wrapped so tightly around him, arms and legs, that he simply braced his arms on the wall and went wild, driving her into the tiles again and again. He felt her begin to quake against him, gripping him even tighter, and he cursed and bucked, the orgasm nearly splitting him in two. Gasping for air, he leaned against the wall, his legs shaking, and held onto her, praying he wouldn't drop her. Slowly, his system returned to normal. When he felt her shaking, he looked at her quickly, concerned she was crying. But she was laughing, her eyes alight with love and humor. "What's so funny?"
She grabbed his hair, pulling his head forward for a very thorough kiss. When they finally stopped to breathe, she tilted her head backward, leaning against the wall. "You were right."
He frowned, trying to remember what he'd said. "About what?"
Her tongue darted out to carefully trace his lips, and she smiled triumphantly, writhing seductively against him until he groaned. "We are definitely going to kill each other rather quickly, at this pace." She gave him a searing, eye-popping kiss, tongue swirling and playing until he moaned and began to move in her again.