Harper nodded. “Definitely.”
“Shower?”
“Yes, please.”
He dragged her, laughing, upstairs to the bathroom and turned on the water.
Luke pulled his shirt over his head while Harper pretended not to watch. When he slid his jeans down his muscular thighs, she wet her lips. His underwear clung to the bulge between his legs.
“What?” he demanded.
“I was just wondering how it’s physically possible for a human being to be so perfectly formed.” She stepped forward to trail her fingers over his chest.
Luke smirked and stilled her hand on his skin. “I was wondering how it’s physically possible for you to still have all your clothes on.”
Harper pulled off her sweatshirt and tossed it at him. Her shorts came next. The second her bra hit the floor, Luke was dragging her into the steaming water.
They stroked and played, raining wet kisses on slick skin.
Luke moved behind her and squeezed her shampoo into his hand. Harper let him work his strong fingers through her hair under the spray.
He lifted her wet tresses from her back, lips brushing the nape of her neck. Goose bumps cropped up even under the heat of the water.
She turned in his arms, letting the water cascade down her back. “My turn,” she said, nipping his lower lip with her teeth.
He let her lather him with body wash. Harper took her time, smoothing her hands across his chest and across his stomach. His cock twitched the closer her strokes came to it. He dropped his forehead to hers. “Baby, you drive me crazy.”
Harper gripped his shaft in her soapy hand. “Right back at you. Put your hands on the wall,” she whispered.
He hesitated and she slid her hands lower to cup his heavy sack. “Please, Luke?”
When he finally did as she asked, she sank to her knees under the spray of the showerhead.
“Harper.”
She didn’t bother hiding her triumphant smile before she took him into her mouth.
Luke swore and Harper slid her lips further down his shaft. Resting her hands on his thighs, she could feel the tension running through his body.
She moaned and felt him get harder instantly. His hips flexed, forcing him deeper into her mouth. Again and again. She eagerly met his short, fast thrusts.
“My God, Harper.”
He grabbed her under the arms and pulled her to her feet and out of the shower.
“I don’t want to come yet.”
Skipping the towel, he pressed her against the vanity and used his knee to spread her legs wider. He took a hand and swiped a path of steam from the mirror. “I want to see you,” he said, lips moving against her ear, eyes never breaking from hers in the reflection.
She shivered against him.
“Trust me.”
Harper nodded. She did. Something deep inside her recognized him. Knew him.
Luke slid his hand slowly down her spine following the trail of water from her wet hair to the cleft between her cheeks. His fingers lightly traced the water’s path, skimming over her anus. She tensed.
“I’ve never —”
