pressed to his bare chest, then slid his hands over her butt. He rubbed her through the silky fabric.
“We can shower together. You can still do what you need to do…I’ll shampoo your hair, wash your back even.”
“Griff…”
“It saves water,” he cajoled, kissing her jaw. Her head tipped to allow him access, and he licked her neck. He felt her indrawn breath. “Come on.”
“I’ve…I’ve never showered with a man.” She was nearly panting.
Oh. Wow. He liked that. He wasn’t going to mention Mitchell or Matthew or whatever the hell his name was, but the guy must be lacking something in the sex department. Inexplicable happiness floated inside him.
“It’ll be nice, I promise you,” he murmured, still kissing her neck. She was so warm and smelled so good. Then he closed the robe, tied the belt around her slim waist, turned her and walked her out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.
CHAPTER 7
He would make it good for her. So good. It was exciting just thinking about it.
Her bathroom was old-fashioned but sparkling clean, the tub separate from the tiled shower stall. She cranked on the shower and turned to him, peering at him from beneath her lashes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
He slid the robe off her and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Seeing her standing in front of him, completely naked for him, was like a fantasy. Only better.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He looked her over, admiring everything about her, from her tangled hair to her perfect breasts, her smooth skin tanned a light toasty gold, the paler shape of her bikini over her breasts and a small triangle lower down. He ran his hands over her smooth waist and hips, down to silky legs until he noticed steam billowing from the shower.
“In you get.” He pulled back the curtain and nudged her into the steam. He dropped his jeans and stepped in after her, yanking the curtain closed. “A small shower. But it’ll do.”
“I haven’t redone the bathroom yet.” She shoved her wet hair back from her face.
“Business first.” He reached for the shampoo. True to his word, he shampooed her hair, digging his fingers into the thick lather right to her scalp until she moaned with pleasure. Then he held her head while she leaned back against him and rinsed it out. He slicked conditioner through and rinsed that, too.
“I need to wash my face.” She grabbed a bottle of some kind of soapy stuff. She washed the last of her makeup off, then stood before him, bare-faced and beautiful, hair slicked back, water running down over her face and shoulders and breasts. God.
“I said I’d wash your back.” His voice came out sounding choked. He grabbed a pink poufy sponge and poured body wash onto it. The fragrance of mango and citrus wafted up in the steamy enclosure as he rubbed the puff over her body, turning her to do her back. Then he abandoned the puff and used his hands, washing her everywhere, over the curve of her ass, down lower between her legs.
She opened for him, leaning forward and putting her hands on the wall as he explored her with slick, soapy fingers. He slid through her folds, found her clit and stroked there. His other hand slid around her front, covered one breast, tugging slickly at her nipple. She pushed her forehead against the wall with a groan and thrust her butt out a little more. “God, Griff.”
He moved his fingers in a more concentrated circle and it was only seconds until she was convulsing against him, moaning through her release as she leaned against the wall. He felt her softening as if her legs couldn’t support her and withdrew his fingers to hold her up.
“How was that?” He shook water out of his eyes. He turned her in his arms and moved closer, pressing her against the wall while he kissed her. The water beat down warmly on his back and he took her mouth, opening her to him, tasting her. She clutched at his shoulders, holding herself up, almost boneless. Heat prickled over
“We can shower together. You can still do what you need to do…I’ll shampoo your hair, wash your back even.”
“Griff…”
“It saves water,” he cajoled, kissing her jaw. Her head tipped to allow him access, and he licked her neck. He felt her indrawn breath. “Come on.”
“I’ve…I’ve never showered with a man.” She was nearly panting.
Oh. Wow. He liked that. He wasn’t going to mention Mitchell or Matthew or whatever the hell his name was, but the guy must be lacking something in the sex department. Inexplicable happiness floated inside him.
“It’ll be nice, I promise you,” he murmured, still kissing her neck. She was so warm and smelled so good. Then he closed the robe, tied the belt around her slim waist, turned her and walked her out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.
CHAPTER 7
He would make it good for her. So good. It was exciting just thinking about it.
Her bathroom was old-fashioned but sparkling clean, the tub separate from the tiled shower stall. She cranked on the shower and turned to him, peering at him from beneath her lashes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
He slid the robe off her and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Seeing her standing in front of him, completely naked for him, was like a fantasy. Only better.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He looked her over, admiring everything about her, from her tangled hair to her perfect breasts, her smooth skin tanned a light toasty gold, the paler shape of her bikini over her breasts and a small triangle lower down. He ran his hands over her smooth waist and hips, down to silky legs until he noticed steam billowing from the shower.
“In you get.” He pulled back the curtain and nudged her into the steam. He dropped his jeans and stepped in after her, yanking the curtain closed. “A small shower. But it’ll do.”
“I haven’t redone the bathroom yet.” She shoved her wet hair back from her face.
“Business first.” He reached for the shampoo. True to his word, he shampooed her hair, digging his fingers into the thick lather right to her scalp until she moaned with pleasure. Then he held her head while she leaned back against him and rinsed it out. He slicked conditioner through and rinsed that, too.
“I need to wash my face.” She grabbed a bottle of some kind of soapy stuff. She washed the last of her makeup off, then stood before him, bare-faced and beautiful, hair slicked back, water running down over her face and shoulders and breasts. God.
“I said I’d wash your back.” His voice came out sounding choked. He grabbed a pink poufy sponge and poured body wash onto it. The fragrance of mango and citrus wafted up in the steamy enclosure as he rubbed the puff over her body, turning her to do her back. Then he abandoned the puff and used his hands, washing her everywhere, over the curve of her ass, down lower between her legs.
She opened for him, leaning forward and putting her hands on the wall as he explored her with slick, soapy fingers. He slid through her folds, found her clit and stroked there. His other hand slid around her front, covered one breast, tugging slickly at her nipple. She pushed her forehead against the wall with a groan and thrust her butt out a little more. “God, Griff.”
He moved his fingers in a more concentrated circle and it was only seconds until she was convulsing against him, moaning through her release as she leaned against the wall. He felt her softening as if her legs couldn’t support her and withdrew his fingers to hold her up.
“How was that?” He shook water out of his eyes. He turned her in his arms and moved closer, pressing her against the wall while he kissed her. The water beat down warmly on his back and he took her mouth, opening her to him, tasting her. She clutched at his shoulders, holding herself up, almost boneless. Heat prickled over
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