I walked in, my heart slowing its frantic pulses. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said, turning and heading back into the living room.
“It’ll take fifteen minutes,” I said, removing my work boots.
“Hmm, and are you expecting sexual favours in exchange for manual labour?” she asked, smiling at me over her shoulder.
“I don’t expect anything,” I replied, my lips twitching into a smile as I neared her. “I broke it. I’ll fix it.”
“All right,” she breathed. I moved past her and continued to the bathroom, to fix the counter we’d broken.
Music started playing from the living room. Some kind of pop/hip-hop band I’d never heard before. It was so vastly different from what I listened to, and so completely her that I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head.
Fifteen minutes later, I cleaned up my tools and put the lid back on the concrete cement before I looked over at Gwen standing in the doorway, wearing just the t-shirt. She tugged it over her head, letting it fall to the ground behind her, smiling playfully as she moved toward me.
“You’ll want to let it set overnight, but it’s good to go,” I said gruffly, swallowing hard as I watched her hips sway with every step.
“Thank you.” She hid a smile as she tilted her head, watching me, seeming to see everything and miss nothing. She stopped before me, her fingers deftly releasing my buckle and tugging down the zipper of my work jeans.
Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock before I could respond, and I let out a grunt as she pumped me with one hand and tugged my shirt up over my abs with the other, her nails raking against my skin.
I pulled it the rest of the way off as she moved on to my pants, pushing them down over my hips. She leaned away from me then to start the shower.
“I can’t stay long,” I warned her as she straightened and turned to me.
“That’s okay,” she said, and I could tell she meant it. Her lips curled in a slow smile as I moved against her, brushing her hair from her face with my hands. Looking into her eyes, it was impossible to deny how effortlessly she’d gotten to me.
She stepped into the tub, and a moment later, I followed. I let the water pelt my back while my hands slid against her slick hips. Gwen’s arms wrapped around my neck, and we kissed, the water streaming between and all around us.
“Why don’t you show me another one of those ways to have amazing shower sex?” she suggested, speaking against my lips and arching a brow.
I grinned, completely up for the challenge, and turned her so that she stood with her back to me.
* * *
“Thanks again,”she said, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “You saved me from having to call my landlord.” Her nose wrinkled a little as if the thought of having to call her landlord troubled her.
“Don’t like your landlord?” I asked, setting down my supplies against the wall so I could pull on my boots, my eyes still on her. She was gravity, and I couldn’t seem to tear myself away.
The last thing I wanted to do right now was leave, but I knew I had to. Tig was waiting for me.
“I guess you could say that.” She shrugged as I made my way over to her; watching her lips as they curved into an attractive smile as I approached. “He’s kind of sleazy.”
The smile faded from my lips, and I lifted my chin, a wave of protectiveness overcoming me. “Is he giving you trouble?”
She laughed, her smile widening. “I can handle myself.”
“I’m sure you can.” My lips twitched.
“I appreciate the concern, though,” she remarked, eyeing me suggestively. “It’s a turn on.”
“Is it now?”
Gwen laughed again stood on her tip-toes to kiss me. “I’ll see you later, Alaric.”
“Yeah.” I nodded, scooping my stuff back up as Gwen opened the door for me. “See you later.” My gaze lingered as I stepped out into the hall.
15
Hump Day
