In the downstairs bathroom, the rush of water filled the room with noise. After testing the heat with my hand, I stepped inside and closed the shower curtain.
Renovating this bathroom was on my long list for the house. Some new tile, a glass enclosure, and a framed mirror would make it much nicer and more modern. Keira deserved the best.
Fuck. I closed my eyes under the spray, realizing how stupid that thought had been.
Keira and I wouldn’t be living here longer than another month or two, depending on how long it took to finish our investigation into Woodson and his buddies at Crosshairs Security. I would make sure she had her vengeance. And then…
The rings on the shower curtain jangled. There was a burst of cooler air, followed by soft, small hands on my back. “Hi,” Keira said.
“Hi.” I glanced at her over my shoulder, happy to see she was naked. “I was just getting washed up.”
“Good.”
With a handful of body wash, I lathered myself, thenwashed Keira too. Which led to us kissing with her back against the tile. Holding her by the hips, I lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around me. My erection was trapped between us as we made out, tongues and lips sliding.
“Dean,” she said between kisses. “I need your cock inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”
A flush passed over my skin. A burn from within me that had nothing to do with the hot water of the shower. “Soon. I want to make you come first. And then I’ll make you come again on my cock.”
Setting her on her feet, I kissed her some more, sucking on her tongue with long pulls. At the same time, I brought my hand between her legs and gently teased her clit.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” she moaned. “So good. Keep going.”
My fingers circled her clit, drawing out whimpers and pleas. Then moved lower to tease her opening. Keira’s hand jacked my cock at the same time until she lost concentration, her head falling back against the shower wall.
“Show me how you like it,” I said low in her ear. “How do you touch yourself?”
“Here.” Keira guided my hand. “Like this.” I knew I’d gotten it just right when she made a desperate sound, eyelids fluttering.
“Do you think about me when you make yourself come?”
“Only you,” she panted. “Every time. No one but you.”
My fingers moved faster. A sob wrenched from her throat. Keira grabbed for my arm, her face pushing to my chest, and then she was shuddering. I felt her clench around my fingers.
Only you, Keira, I thought. No one else had ever made me feel the things she did.
I needed more. Had to finally claim her.
Switching off the water, I pulled a couple of towels fromthe hanger outside the curtain. Wrapped one around her shoulders, the other around my hips.
“Your room,” I said, taking her hand and lacing our fingers together. Just that small amount of contact, and it was everything to me.
I was so gone for this woman.
“It’s your room more than mine,” she pointed out.
“I guess right now, it’s ours.”
Keira’s eyes went soft, and she nodded quickly.
The lights were off in her room, with daylight streaming around the curtains. Keira turned to face me and dropped her towel to the floor. I couldn’t get over how stunning she was. So much gorgeous, flawless skin. Her perfect small breasts and the slight curves of her hips. And those freckles. I’d mapped them out last night, but those were going to need more extensive study.
She reached out to flick open the towel on my hips. The terry cloth pooled at my feet. There was no secret about how my body was reacting to her. My erection had gone down a bit earlier, but now it was back in full force. The head of my cock almost purple and the veins prominent.
Then our hands were on each other. I cupped her breasts. She dragged her short nails down my abs, just enough sensation to drive my arousal even higher. I was dizzy with it.
