Shower

"That was short," August said breathlessly, and her mate stopped breathing. "Are you okay? Why aren't you breathing?" she giggled.

"That was short? That's what you have to say?"

"Well, I just mean compared to the all night thing that you mentioned," she giggled again. "Can you blame me for being skeptical?"

"If you want to try it tonight, I'm all for it. I was worried about Greta and Sam, but honestly I could give a shit now. But you're out of breath. Can you hold up to an all-nighter?"

"Can you?" her eyes went wide. Was he really serious?

Graeme growled and scooped her up in his arms.

"Where are we going?" she gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I have wanted to have you in the shower," his growl puttered in his chest before he locked onto her mouth again, stirring her desire with his tongue as his hands gripped her tighter.

She groaned into him, her sounds getting lost in his mouth.