Hot & Humid by Tatum Throne Page B

of modern black and gold trim. The tub was deep and the shower was wall to wall tile with no glass. Thane set her unceremoniously onto her feet with her back to the door.
    “Take off the dress .”
    “Get out of here and I will.”
    “I’m not fucking around, Brine. Take it off .”
    Passion stormed through his darkening eyes. She was caught up in the vortex of lust spinning them closer together. She could feel it and it frightened the hell out of her. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t. She gasped as Thane grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it down to her belly button. A thin layer of grime coated her skin. Brine held her hands up over her naked breasts to cover her burn scars. He rolled the fabric down over her hips and dropped it to the floor. Lace black bikini panties covered her ass. He turned away to turn the shower on. The shower was a rectangular-shaped L that she couldn’t see all the way into. From the angle it looked big enough for four. Water whooshed from the golden head.
    “Get in.”
    The command was an insult to her wildly independent side. Thane was trying to keep control and she could see that he was quickly losing it. The thought of him losing control frightened her and made her pussy clench with desire. There was a large tent pointing to the left in Thane’s boxers. Brine could see the rigid length of his cock trying to push over the edge of his boxers. She licked her lips.
    She kept her panties on as she stepped onto the tile flooring of the shower.
    Thane cursed as he dropped his boxers and dragged her by the wrists into the water. “Why does everything have to be a fight with you?”
    “Maybe I like to fight with you.”
    She pressed her palms to his solid chest and shivered with desire. Beneath her fingers, she could feel his heart pounding away in time with hers. It was so right and so very wrong. She didn’t want to have sex with him. She couldn’t. Sex was the last thing she wanted. She had to get away from him.
    “Oh, no. I don’t think so. You’re not running away from me again.”
    Her eyes were wide as he reached for the soap. “Close your eyes.”
    She trembled. “Why?”
    “I don’t want you thinking about anything.”
    She closed them. His soapy hands were a shock to her sensitized body. He focused on her arms first. He washed her with a skilled, erotic edge of man who was used to playing with his lovers in the most exotic of ways. That had her imagining what kind of lover he could be. There was an athletic charisma about him. In another time and place, he’d be a warrior or a knight. Or the leader of an environmental logging company that bought and sold land the way people go through tissues. She leaned against the wall.
    Both hands went down her legs. She sensed him moving, hunching down before her. He lifted her right leg and propped it on his shoulder. He scrubbed the soap up and down before setting her foot onto the tile. He placed her other leg on his shoulder and did the same washing routine. He set her leg down and slid his soapy hands up her belly. She shivered at the erotic way his fingers caressed her belly button. He slid higher to cup both breasts with his hands. She moaned as his fingers strummed her nipples until her pussy was weeping with unleashed desire. She bit her lip to keep from calling out his name. She grabbed a hold of his wrists, trying to stop him but it was no use. His fingers tweaked, rolled and pinched her flesh until her clit was singing in frustration.
    “Don’t…stop.”
    “Are you telling me to stop?”
    “Please…don’t stop.”
    He loomed in close with his right hand moving down her belly toward her skin-tight, wet panties. His lips were close to her face. Both were breathing wrongly. She had to put a stop to this before it went too far but she couldn’t. Her body was screaming for release. His fingers teased the edge of the lace up from her skin.
    “Go ahead and stop me.”
    Both knew she was no match for his sexual