He thought about the second condom, which was still downstairs on the kitchen table. He growled at that thought. With his leg as likely to give out as to hold him up, sex in the shower was probably not the smartest idea anyway. At least,t hat was how he tried to justify it.
It wasn't just sex. It wasn't really even about the sex at all. He wanted to be close to her, and sex was one way to accomplish that. He had a history of one night stands, and more incidences of sex for the sake of sex than anything else. But with Candy, it was different. Sex with her was more than just sex. it was understanding. it was communication, a way to express things he couldn't say.
He stretched his back, even as she was kissing and licking at his skin. He turned slowly, so that his back was to the wall and he was facing her. The water came down at him, and he had to duck his head to keep the flow from pounding him directly in the face. Or maybe that was just an excuse to kiss her.