I didn’t expect an en suite. “Thanks. I won’t be long.”
For some reason he seems to think my response amusing. “Take as long as you need.”
I wait until he leaves the room before plugging in my cell to charge and opening my suitcase. Although I don’t have any killer underwear—if he’s talking about crotchless panties or peek-a-boo-nipple bras—I do have some gorgeous lingerie. It’s been forever since I’ve been so motivated to look seductive for a guy. Although I only broke my engagement to Russell last night, our sexy times were lukewarm at best for the last eighteen months or so. I was an idiot to hang in there for so long, but that’s what happens when you’re used to sucking it up for the sake of the family.
I find what I’m searching for and then pick up my overnight case and go into the en suite. It’s cramped and messy, with guy stuff spread out over the sink, and it’s an eye-opener because Russell was meticulously tidy to the point of obsession.
The shower’s great, though—triple-size with glass doors and low-level tiled seating along one side. Whoever designed this bathroom sure must like their showers. I find a towel in the cupboard under the sink, turn on the faucets, and peel off my clothes.
I don’t think the dress is salvageable, but considering the reason why it’s ruined I’ve no complaints. I’m still smiling as I step under the water.
The glass is steamed up and I’m half rinsed off when I see a dark shadow leaning against the door to the bedroom. My heart slams against my ribs, even though I know it’s Zach, and I rub a circle clear on the glass.
He toasts me with a bottle of whiskey before taking a long swallow. He’s naked except for a pair of boxer briefs, and even through the steam I can see the tattoos on his thighs and pecs.
How long was he standing there watching me? I’m kind of shocked that I don’t care he was perving on me, but if I’dknownI would’ve made some sexy moves, like in the movies, instead of just wanting to wash away the lingering stench of that pool table.
Before I can finish off and join him, he places the whiskey beside the sink and steps out of his briefs. My peephole instantly steams up, obscuring the view, but it doesn’t matter, since he opens the door and enters the shower.
“Miss me?” He slams a condom onto a tiled shelf, grabs my wrists, and pulls me toward him.
“Yes.” A daring thought pops into my mind. Usually it would stay there, but this is Zach, and this is my hot one-night stand where none of my usual rules apply. “I’m surprised it took you so long to join me.”
“I was enjoying the show.”
“Voyeur.”
“This is better.” He spears his fingers through my hair and grips my head before kissing me as though he wants to devour me. I wrap my arms around him. His body is all solid muscle, and his cock is hot and hard against my stomach. My eyes close and I savor the whole decadent moment, from the warm water sliding down my back to Zach’s tongue owning my mouth.
He backs me up a couple of steps until I’m right beneath the spray. I splutter, and he grins as the water cascades over his head and body, slicking back his hair. With one arm around my waist to keep me steady, he grabs my bottle of jasmine shower gel from the seat and tips a generous amount over my breasts.
“I’ve already washed.” I try and snatch the bottle from him before he empties it, but he holds it above my head, out of my reach.
“I know. You’re gonna wash me now.”
I blink water from my eyes. “You think?”
For an answer, he drops the bottle back onto the shelf and tugs me tight against him. The subtle scent of jasmine fills the heated air, and our bodies are slick as the gel slides over our skin. If this is what he means by washing him, then I’m all for it.
“Your tits feel so good.” He takes my hands and presses them against my breasts so I’m pushing them together. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I rub myself over him, loving the way he groans and clasps my ass in a brutal grip.
“Do you want me to wash you all over?” Water runs over my face and into my mouth, and I feel wild and reckless. His grin looks anything but safe as he leans in close.
“I want you on your knees washing my dick between your tits.”
Raw lust ignites between my thighs. It’s one thingthinkingabout doing something like that, but having Zach say it out loud is such a turn-on that my knees nearly collapse.
Slowly he slides down my body, only pausing to lick my nipples, and sits on the seat, his thighs spread wide. He picks up the bottle and tips some gel on his taut stomach, and I watch, fascinated, as it drizzles around his impressive cock.
“Now who’s perving?” He grips himself and gives a few lazy strokes. My mouth dries and my fingers twitch around my breasts. “On your knees, Grace.”
I’ve no idea why his arrogant command is so electrifying, but my pussy quivers with anticipation and I don’t even hesitate to obey. He clasps the back of my head, pulling me closer, and I cradle his cock in my cleavage.
We’re slippery and wet and I can’t drag my gaze from what I’m doing. His groan echoes around the shower, and his fingers bite into my scalp, and I’m rubbing myself over his erection as though this is the only thing in the world that matters.
Right now, it is.
His free hand grips my shoulder and slides down my arm in a possessive gesture. The tribal ink markings on his pecs are primal and stark and so incredibly sexy I want to lick him there.
