I moaned, rubbing my belly, and spun on my heels to face him. “You’re one hell of a cook. I might keep you around for a while.”
He approached and grabbed the front of my shirt, tugging me to him, and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You don’t have a choice. You’re kinda stuck with me. Like Tamia said.”
“I can’t believe how much R&B you know.” I thought back to the songs he’d played in the car. “I need a shower. Then we need to look through those papers that Rick gave us on Rogers. He might be hiding something in that storage facility of his.”
Rogers, apparently, had kept up payments on a local storage facility even in the almost two months he’d fallen off the radar.
“Same here. Let’s do the planet a favor and shower together.” He dropped his gym bag and placed the manila folder on the isle in his spacious kitchen.
I backed away from him with a shake of my head. “No way. You play too much when we shower together.”
A mischievous grin came over his face, and my treacherous body responded by hardening my nipples.
“Is there even such a thing as playing too much?”
“Yes. Because you always get my hair wet.”
“Shower with me.” He drew closer, backing me up down the hallway toward the bathroom.
“If you get my hair wet, I’m going to fight you.”
Why in the world would I say something like that? His eyes darkened, and the smile on his face turned threatening. Yeah, those were the wrong choice of words.
“Bring your ass over here,” he growled. In one fell swoop, he scooped me up over his shoulder and stormed into the bathroom, not stopping until we were both in the shower.
“Dammit,” I yelled when the first spray of the water landed directly on my hair.
“I’ll help you dry it, babe,” he promised against my lips.
I surrendered to the kiss and the fact that I was going to get wet all over.
Don and I stripped one another of our gym clothes. He pulled a condom from the pocket of his athletic shorts before tossing the clothes over the glass door of the shower.
He lifted my legs by my thighs so that I could wrap them around his waist. Lining himself up against my opening, he pulled back to look into my eyes.
I couldn’t look away from him as he slid his shaft into me. A rush of air left my body when he fully seated himself inside.
“Don,” I whispered against his lips.
He flexed his hips in response.
“Please,” I said, uncaring that once again, this man had me begging for more. Sex with Don consistently reduced me to a pile of pleas and emotions that had been bottled up for so long.
He watched every shift and movement of my body. I brought our lips together, intertwining my hands at the back of his head, holding onto him for dear life. Everything felt too good as he pounded into me.
Even the spray of the water heightened my senses. When he shifted his hips, angling his shaft inside me so that he reached my G-spot, a deep shudder coursed through me.
He felt it too and thrust over and over at that angle, finally bringing me to pieces in his arms.
Everything blurred, and I didn’t know if I was coming or going. The only thing that mattered right then was that Don continued holding me up. His strong arms braced either side of my body, and he kissed me as if demanding promises I couldn’t say.
I gave as much as I got, and he still demanded more. He continued stroking me, exciting my clit with his thrusts and soon pulling yet another orgasm from me.
That time, I thought I might pass out. It was well worth it.
Chapter 23
Jocelyn
