When he comes, it's with a growl. He sinks into me one last time, and I squeeze my hips around him to keep him there while he braces himself with one arm against the wall behind me. His pants mix with the soft sound of rainfall. We remain in place, frozen after our ecstasy, enjoying the sensations of warm skin, water and the profound pleasure of our joining.
"I want you inside me forever," I groan, unable to get enough of him. "How is that possible?"
"I'm not the only one who thinks this is a little crazy?" He lifts his head and peers into my eyes.
"No. It's not normal at all," I agree. "But it's also …"
"Natural," he supplies. "Like we were made for each other."
The thought does the same thing to me as a look this intense from him: scrambles my thoughts and sends my emotions tumbling.
"Yeah," I murmur.
He nuzzles my cheek then neck. "Will you stay the weekend?"
"Yes." I'm about to tell him I'll stay forever but fear his reaction. "Oh, god. I forgot to tell Todd where I was."
"I told him."
"Oh. That I slept on your floor?"
"Nah. He's a teen boy. He would've seen through that. I told him if he needed us, we're in my room."
I smile. Todd is growing up. Petr and me being together will make him happy.
"Ready for breakfast?" Petr asks. "I went to grab it and came back to find you in the shower."
"I'd love breakfast."
He kisses me intensely once more before easing out of my body and stepping back. I lower my legs. He steadies me, and we leave the shower.
Petr dries me off then hands me one of his t-shirts. I pull it on while he tugs on his sweatpants. My eyes move hungrily over his muscular torso. He catches the look with a wink.
"I can guess what we're having for dessert," he says and catches me around the waist. He hugs me to him, and I melt. "C'mon. Breakfast is waiting." Stooping over, he lifts me and carries me out of the bathroom and to the bed and sets me down. A breakfast tray is on the bench at the foot of his sleigh bed. He lifts it and brings it to the bed beside me. "We have strawberry crepes, sausage, bread basket and coffee."
"It smells amazing."
Petr climbs behind me and sits, straddling me. I lean back against his chest and sigh. He hugs me.
"Can I ask you about what you were running from?" he murmurs. "I know there's no good time to discuss it."