Rory by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

out
here.”
    “Take off your clothes and get in
with me.”
    She was testing him, tempting him,
and she hadn’t intended to do either when they’d first entered the bathroom.
However, now she wanted, no, needed, physical contact with him.
    He looked at her, didn’t say a
word, didn’t protest, but simply unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and threw in
on the floor. Within minutes his socks, jeans, and boxers were joining it.
    She tried not to but all she could
focus on was his cock, its length, its girth, and the fact that he had an
erection. He stepped inside the bath with her. She handed the bottle of shampoo
to him, hopefully proving to him this was all so innocent.
    Rory popped the top open and
poured some of the gold liquid into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and
then began working the mixture into her hair. She turned around, realizing that
her left butt cheek was now touching his cock.
    She was sure she heard him groan.
His fingertips worked slowly over her scalp, making every nerve ending stand to
attention, and her pussy pulled like never before. He worked the suds through
her hair and then let the shower play on her hair to rinse it out. Without even
being asked he reached for the bottle of conditioner and smothered her hair
with it.
    She turned around to face him.
Placing her hand on his chest, he reached up with both hands and ran them over
her breasts, pulling at her nipples until they turned into tight buds.
    His cock twitched against her now
wet skin. She’d never wanted a man inside so much as she did Rory.
    He pulled her into close, his
erection stabbing at her body.
    “This is so wrong,” he whispered.
“But I can’t stop myself.”
    He grabbed both her ass cheeks
and pulled her in closer as he kissed her. His middle finger slipped down
through her crack. One of the first things she’d noticed about Rory Malone was
his big hands and long fingers. Cass had once thought it sort of freakish, but
now she appreciated that physical attribute as his middle finger made its way
to her clit.
    She looked up at him.
    “Touch me, tease me, and don’t
stop until I’ve climaxed.”
    ****
    He’d been right. This was wrong,
but the feel of her clit was making it too tempting to stop. She licked the
beads of water from his chest as he circled her clit. He wanted to push his
fingers inside her pussy, but he’d already stepped miles over the line. At
least it was for now.
    For now…shit, listen to me. I’m
acting like there’s going to be more of this.
    “Rory,” was all she managed to
say as she groaned and set her head on his upper belly. He had to hold her
because she was slipping down his body. She felt like a rag doll, and he
guessed she’d climaxed. He didn’t want her slipping or getting her cast wet, so
he lifted her up and carried her over the side of the bathtub
    Rory set her down on a stool and
wrapped a towel around her.
    She looked up at him .“ Do you want to make love to
me?”
    He kissed her on the end of the
nose. “I do, but I think that’s as far as we should take things.”
    “But I didn’t get to touch you.
You didn’t get anything out of it.”
    “ It’s okay, Cass, really it is. Now dry yourself off and I’ll help you to the
bedroom.”

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    Rory looked up at the ceiling. He
was usually so good with self-discipline, but Cass had hardly played fair. Him seeing her naked body; all those curves and the curls at the
apex of her creamy white thighs. He grew hot and hard just recalling the
image. So it was little wonder that when he’d joined
her in the tub, he couldn’t resist touching her. Touching her
clit to be precise.
    She’d come quickly and yes, he
was conceited enough to think that maybe he had something to do with it. Shit,
he’d wanted to part those legs and push his cock into her, smacking her against
the bathtub wall and making her come over and over again.
    He ran his hands through his
hair. He’d had thoughts like that once before when