“No. You?”
Moments later he reappeared in nothing but snug charcoal boxer briefs. She swallowed hard, her gaze tracing the sculpted lines of his torso, the firm definition of his thighs. He tilted his head when she didn’t answer. “Skylar?”
“Oh. I don’t care. Whatever you want is fine,” she squeaked, sounding breathy even to her own ears. He stepped closer, closeenough that she could almost taste the salt of his skin. Her mouth went dry.
“Whatever I want?” He brushed a fingertip across her collarbone. “I want you to take a shower with me.” He leaned in and pressed a warm kiss behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
“I just had one,” she whispered.
Rawley lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The corners of his mouth twitched, then curved upward into a slow, devastating grin. “Then you can just watch,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder. He took her hand, his fingers entwining with hers, and guided her toward the staircase.
Skylar smiled. “Yeah, I could perch on the counter while you shower,” she suggested, with a grin.
Rawley paused on the bottom step, his eyebrows lifting in a silent question. “I need someone to wash my… back,” he admitted, his voice laced with subtle insinuation.
She laughed. “You have twenty showerheads pointing everywhere,” she teased.
He chuckled. “There are five,” he corrected, his voice taking on a playful tone. “One on each side wall, two on the back, and one from the ceiling. My math says five.”
Skylar rolled her eyes but smiled. “You can be such a smartass.”
In response, Rawley wrapped her in his arms, pulling her flush against him. His lips found hers, capturing them in a deep, lingering kiss that sent her senses reeling. “Shower with me. Please,” he whispered against her mouth, his breath hot and inviting.
“Well, you talked me into it,” she laughed, her heart fluttering as he led her up the stairs, through the bedroom, and into the steamy promise of the bathroom.
****
Rawley opened the frosted glass shower door, reaching in to turn the handle. Water cascaded from the showerheads, creating a symphony of sound against the tile. He adjusted the temperature, steam billowing and fogging the mirror and marble countertop, then closed the door. When he turned to look at Skylar, a low groan escaped his lips. She had stripped off her clothes, her body a vision of curves and smooth skin.
He walked to her slowly, his eyes drinking in every detail. He lightly kissed her lips, his voice a husky whisper. “You are a stunning woman, Skylar McCoy.” He kissed her again, hungry and insistent, then slid his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her belly.
“Do you feel how much I want you, Skylar?” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Yes,” she whispered, arching her hips against him, her body responding to his touch.
He slid his hands down to her ass, lifting her effortlessly onto the cool marble counter. He moved his palms up her thighs, down to her knees, and back up, his thumbs brushing against her curls. Each touch had her drawing out longer moans.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me what you want, Skylar,” he whispered.
“Rawley…” She groaned.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, as he nipped her earlobe with his teeth.
“Yes, please,” she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.
Rawley kissed her, his body leaning into her until her back pressed against the fogged mirror. He slid his hands up her thighs, stopping at the juncture, moving his finger, tracing herslit but not yet touching her clitoris. She groaned, her hips arching up from the counter, begging for more.
“Skylar, tell me,” he urged.
“Touch me, please. Rawley…” she breathed, her body trembling.
Rawley growled low in his throat as he moved his finger to her clitoris, rubbing it slowly. Pressing his lips against hers, he moved his tongue into her mouth. Her breath hitched, her moans growing louder as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him as he continued to touch her. When she sucked on his tongue, he nearly lost control. Her body shuddered, her cry of release echoing through the steam-filled room. She leaned her forehead on his shoulder, her breath coming in deep gasps.
Rawley stepped back, his body trembling with need. He hoped he could walk to get a condom, his arousal straining against his boxer briefs.
“Rawley,” she called, reaching out toward him.
“Stay right there,” he commanded in a firm voice. He left the bathroom, retrieving a condom from the nightstand. When he reentered, she was still sitting there, her head back against the mirror, her eyes closed. She opened them as he approached, and he held up the condom.
