“But not thorough. I intend to be thorough this go round. Also, I just realized something.”
She wrapped her arms around his slick body as the warm water sluicing over her, arousing every inch of her skin. “There’s no such thing as a quick shower when we’re in here together?”
“That, too, but as long as we don’t go back to bed and make love afterward, there’s nothing wrong with me giving you a little treat while we’re in here. I’ll barely have to touch you.”
She quivered at the mere suggestion. “That’s embarrassingly true. But then you get worked up and?—”
“Never mind me.” Turning her around so her back was to him, he massaged her breasts with the soapy washcloth before stroking it over each of her arms. “I’m saving myself. Tonight we’re going to do it on the couch by the fire.”
“No fair talking sexy in the shower.”
“You’re right. Let’s get down to business. Spread your legs, please.”
She did, and he washed between them, front and back, nearly making her come with that warm washcloth. Crouching down, he ran it over her legs and instructed her to grab his shoulder while he scrubbed each foot.
Tossing the washcloth on a nearby rack, he grasped her upper arms and turned her slowly under the spray until all the soap was gone.
“Thank you. Excellent job.” And she was on fire, as if he didn’t know it.
“Not done.” Dropping to his knees in front of her, he cupped her tush and began licking the drops away from a very sensitive spot.
She didn’t last long under that assault. When she started to come, she grabbed his shoulders.
“I’ve got you.” His grip tightened, holding her fast as he sucked gently, driving her right out of her mind. Her moans ricocheted against the tiled walls, making it sound like an orgy in progress.
In a way it was. She’d never been loved this much in one day, never felt like her body was a temple where her lover worshipped her.
Her words came back to her. If it doesn’t work out for us, you’ll still be here. We’ll still be friends. It won’t be the end of the world.
Who was she kidding? Maybe he’d hold it together, but her world would shatter into a million pieces.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cole should have insisted on washing himself, because guaranteed she’d turn him on no matter how much she tried not to. But she wanted to do it and he couldn’t argue with her premise — she was as fascinated with his body as he was with hers. She’d promised not to touch his cock.
And…okay, it was nice to have her wash him. He felt physically cared for in a way he’d never experienced. “You’re good at this.”
“Adam and I helped clean up the little ones.”
“You have a lot more territory to cover with me.”
“And I’m a happy explorer.” She began crooning This Land Is Your Land as she washed his chest and abs.
“Funny lady.”
“We used to sing to the kids to make them settle down.”
“It’s having the opposite effect on me.”
She glanced down. “So I see. I’ll move around back. I didn’t try that the first time. Maybe that will help.”
“It should. You can’t get into much mischief in that position.”
“Oh, you might be surprised.” She circled him and went to work on his shoulders. Then her washcloth slowed. “Hey, what did you do to your back?”
He went still. Dear God. He’d turned his back on her a few times, admittedly from more of a distance, but she hadn’t said anything. He must’ve decided they weren’t noticeable anymore.
Or he just desperately wanted to believe it. What did he know? It wasn’t like he spent time looking at his back in the mirror.
