My Woman
HARDIN'S POV
The bathroom filled with soft echoes of water and warmth. Steam coiled up from the marble tiles like lazy ghosts, swirling into the air, coating the mirror with a foggy sheen. I twisted the shower knob and let the spray run hot, watching the water cascade down the slate walls like liquid fire.
She stepped into the room behind me, barefoot, the oversized shirt she'd tugged on slipping down one shoulder. My shirt. Her golden hair tumbled in soft waves down her back, and her eyes held that dreamy glaze of someone who had just woken up to love.
I turned around, and everything in me halted.
Ariana let the shirt drop.
Fuck.
She was naked. All soft curves and golden skin, eyes glittering beneath lashes. The shower light caught the droplets on her collarbones, and I swore time stopped. My cock hardened instantly, thick and aching, pushing against my boxers like it hadn’t just spent all night buried in her.
She smiled slowly, like she knew exactly what she was doing. "You coming, birthday boy?"
I stalked toward her like a man starved. She stepped back, laughing, the sound making me groan. When I caught her waist, I tugged her flush against me, feeling her heat, her heartbeat, her everything.
"You trying to kill me, Ari?"
"Just waking you up properly."
I kissed her. Hard. Deep. Tongue sliding into her mouth, greedy and hungry like I hadn’t just had her hours ago. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me in tighter, chest to chest. Her nipples pebbled against me, and I growled against her lips.
Without breaking the kiss, I stepped us into the shower.
Hot water rained over us, and she gasped, pressing her body against the cold tile. I pinned her there, lips trailing down her neck, tongue licking the water off her skin.
"You taste better than anything in this world."
She moaned softly, arching into me. "Hardin..."
My hands found her hips. I dropped to my knees, lips brushing down her stomach. Her breath hitched as I kissed between her thighs. But I wasn’t patient today. Not this morning.
I stood, hand gripping her ass, lifting her slightly.
"Wrap your legs around me."
She did, trusting me completely, her back hitting the wall, water cascading over us. I guided myself to her entrance and sank into her in one slow, possessive thrust.
Her gasp turned to a loud moan.
"Hardin!"
"God, you feel like heaven. Still so tight. Still all mine."
Her hands clutched at my shoulders as I began to move, deep and hard, hips snapping into hers, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls. The water mixed with the sweat, with the steam, with the heat between us, until I didn’t know where the world ended and we began.
I kissed her neck, biting softly. "I can’t wait to make you my wife."
Her breath stuttered. "You say that now, but I swear if you stop moving—"
I chuckled, thrusting harder.
She screamed.
I buried my face in her shoulder and fucked her like I was carving my name into her soul. Every thrust was deep, intentional, my fingers digging into her ass to hold her in place as she clung to me. Her cries echoed in my ears, and I never wanted them to stop.
Then I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her forward, her hands bracing against the wall.
"Hardin!"
"I know, baby. I know."
I slid back inside her from behind, groaning at the new angle. Her hips met mine greedily, like her body was just as addicted as mine. I gripped her wet hair and pulled her head back, kissing her jaw.
"Still mine."
"Yours," she whispered. "Always."
I slowed just enough to say something ridiculous. "Remind me to get waterproof sheets."
She burst out laughing.
"Hardin! Seriously?!"
"Hey," I said, panting into her neck. "I plan to ruin you in every damn room of our house. Might as well be prepared."
She laughed again, but it was cut short by a moan when I thrust harder, my rhythm brutal and loving all at once. Her body shuddered under my hands.
"You're shaking, baby."
"I—I’m gonna come."
"Then come for me. Right here. I want to feel every tremble."
My hand slid down to her clit, circling it in fast, tight circles as I thrust faster. She came with a scream, her walls clenching around me so hard I saw stars. Her head dropped against the tile as her moans filled the bathroom.
I wasn't far behind. One more thrust. Two. My world narrowed to her, to her heat, to the way she pulsed around me. I slammed deep inside her, my cock twitching as I spilled everything into her.
"I love you," I groaned. "I love you so fucking much."
We collapsed together onto the shower floor, laughing and breathless, the water still pouring over us. I pulled her into my lap, my hands stroking her soaked hair.
"You okay?"
"More than okay," she murmured. "You?"
"I'm pretty sure I just saw heaven."
She grinned. "That was intense. Even for you."
"You make me lose control. Every damn time."
We sat there for a while, letting the water rinse away the sweat and the stickiness, letting the silence stretch in that comfortable, post-orgasm haze. She leaned her head against my shoulder, her fingers tracing circles on my chest.
"You meant it, didn't you? What you said about wanting me as your wife."
I cupped her face and kissed her softly. "I did. I do. You have no idea how badly."
She bit her lip.
My breath caught. "Just waiting for the right moment. I want it to be perfect."
"Every moment with you is already perfect."
My heart squeezed. "Careful. Talk like that and I might just propose right now, naked in the shower."
She smirked. "That’d be very on brand for us."
I laughed, pulling her tighter. "You deserve more."
We finished washing each other, every touch still electric. She soaped up my chest with slow, teasing strokes that made me half-hard again. I bit her shoulder, and she laughed, smacking my arm.
"Down, boy."
"Can’t help it. You’re my addiction."
We stepped out of the shower, dripping, wrapped in towels and each other. She stole one of my robes, cinching it around her waist. I couldn’t stop staring.
This woman. My woman.
We brushed teeth side by side, bumping elbows, stealing kisses in the mirror. We were ridiculous and in love and completely ourselves, and I never wanted it to change.
When she slipped into the bedroom, I stayed behind for a second, gripping the sink.
I had to make it perfect.
Because she was it for me. The only one. The only future I wanted.
And soon, I’d make sure she wore my ring, took my name, and never spent a single morning without me again.
Not ever.
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