Kira's moan was muffled against Derek's lips, a sound of surrender. As he pulled away slightly, she tasted the salty, sweet essence of her own arousal on his tongue, a heady blend that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to her core.
The intimacy of it—the way he had worshipped her, taking every drop of her pleasure into himself—left her breathless and trembling.
Derek didn't let her feet touch the cold tiles for long. With a guttural growl of possessiveness, he reached down, his large hands spanning her thighs, and hoisted her up. Kira let out a small gasp, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her arms tight around his neck.
He held her against the hard plane of his chest. As he began to walk out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom contrasted with the searing heat radiating between their pressed bodies.
He didn't take her straight to the bed. He paused against the wall by the door, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of her neck.
