He finally rolls to his side, propping himself up on one elbow, gaze warm and soft and just a little smug. “Hell yeah, I am. Look at you. Flushed. Thoroughly fucked. Can’t stop smiling.”
I smirk. “Cocky.”
He leans down, kissing me slow, slow, like the fire might still smolder somewhere beneath all that laughter.
Then another knock sounds. “You two done in there?”
We both groan.
Sam drops his forehead against mine and mutters, “Next time, I’m locking her outside of the house.”
I grin, dragging my fingers through his messy hair. “Next time?”
“Oh yeah,” he says, mouth brushing mine again. “There’s definitely gonna be a next time.”
“Good.” I stand. “Do we have time for a shower?”
He eyes me slowly. “Darlin’, if we get in that shower, it’s going to take hours before we’re finished.”
“Hours?” I laugh, glancing over my shoulder with a grin. “Well, then…”
I take my time strolling toward the bathroom, hips swaying with exaggerated precision, knowing damn well he’s watching every step. The sheet slides down my back as I move, baring skin inch by inch until it slips completely, pooling around my ankles just before I reach the door.
I don’t look back. Just push it open and disappear into the bathroom, calling over my shoulder, “Guess you better hurry, cowboy.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then the sound of the bed shifting, a muttered curse, and the sound of heavy footsteps closing the distance fast.
“You’re evil,” he growls, voice rough as sin as he steps in behind me.
I turn the water on, steam already rising.
I look at him, completely unbothered, totally naked, andveryaware of the effect I’m having. “What gave it away?”
His hands are on me before I can smirk again palming my ass, dragging me back against him so I canfeelevery hard inch of him pressed into my lower back.
“You’re not gonna make it easy on me, are you?”
I tilt my head, lips just grazing his jaw. “Where’s the fun in easy?”
He groans like he’s in pain. “We’re never getting out of this shower.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
The steam wraps around us like a second skin as Sam presses my back against the cool tile; the contrast making me gasp. His mouth crashes into mine, and it’s all heat and tongue and need no patience left in either of us.
The water beats down on our skin, making everything slick and easier. His hands roam freely, gripping my hips, sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until I’m gasping into his mouth.
“You’re so damn wet,” he mutters against my lips, grinding into me, teasing me with the thick weight of his cock pressed right where I want him.
I moan, wrapping one leg around his hip to pull him closer. “Gee, wonder why.”
His laugh is low, wrecked, dangerous. “God, I love your mouth.”
“I know.” I reach down, wrapping my hand around him, giving him one slow stroke that makes him shudder. “And I know what you’re thinking right now.”
“Yeah?” he growls, hips jerking into my grip.
