KAIA

He didn’t wait for me to answer.

He kept me folded against the wall, knees hooked over his arms, and drove into me so deep I saw white. The water pounded over both of us. My back slid on the wet tile.

Every thrust punched a broken sound out of my throat. I came with my mouth open against his shoulder, body seizing around the thick stretch of him, nails digging into his skin.

He pulled out while I was still shaking.

The emptiness made me whimper. Cool air and hot water hit me at the same time. My feet barely found the floor. Kane kept one hand on...