"Hi, love. I didn't see you standing there."

"Aaron," you say sternly. "You were going to take a shower without me?"

Aaron's eyebrows fly up. "Would you like to join me?"

You wrap your arms around his waist. He bunch up the hem of your dress and yank it upward, his hand slipping under your dress. He part your legs with his thigh and you makes a soft, desperate sound deep in your throat and it does something to him, to hear you like this to be assaulted by endless waves of your pleasure and desire—

It drives Aaron insane.

"How—How do you always feel so good?” You're clinging to him.

He broke away from you.

He takes two steps backward and he's breathing hard, trying to regain control of himself even as your eyes widen.

"Aaron?" you say. "What's—"

"Take off your dress," he says quietly.

You say nothing, you only look at him as he watches. You shove the material down, past your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He drinks you in as you step out of the dress, his mind racing.

Gorgeous, he thinks. So gorgeous.

His pulse is wild.

When he asks you to, you unhook your bra. Moments later, your underwear joins and he can't look away from you. You're so stunning he can hardly breathe.

He steps forward and picks you up and you gasps, clinging to his neck as he hitches your legs around his waist. He loves how ready you are, your thighs already parted, every inch of you pressed against him.

"You're so gorgeous," you say softly.

You look at him, expecting an answer, but he can't speak. He fears he might unravel if he do. He wants you with a desperate need he never knew before—a desperate, painful need so overwhelming it's threatening to consume him. He needs you. Need this. Now. He take a deep, unsteady breath, and carries you into the shower.

You scream.

Hot water hits you both fast and hard and he presses you against the shower wall, losing himself in a way he never has before.