He grunted. “Yeah, after I do.”
“What? Ladies first,” I argued.
“You’re the reason we’re in this mess in the first place.”
“Why? Because I ran you off the road?”
“Because you let the car run out of gas, but yeah, that too! For all the trouble you brought to my life, for all this shit I have to deal with, I get the first shower this time.”
The elevator doors opened, and before he could step out, I darted out, running toward our room. He wasn’t going to let me get by with that, though. He came running up behind me. Hehad longer legs and could take bigger steps. It was only a second before he passed me up.
He stopped at our door and tried to be quick with the key, but it gave me time to catch up. Just as the door unlocked, I pushed through it, running past him. He grabbed me around the waist, picked me up, and twisted, hurling me behind him. He rushed forward into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
A second later, I heard the shower turn on. I was shivering, and my body was aching. I was dripping wet and frozen to the bone. I was tired and annoyed. I don’t even remember deciding what I was going to do. All I knew was that one second I was standing there, shaking like a chihuahua, and the next, I was stripping.
I tugged at the zipper on my jacket and ripped my arms free. I unlaced my boots and kicked them off before peeling off my socks. I yanked my shirt over my head and opened the bathroom door.
Oliver was standing there, wearing nothing but his jeans. “What the fuck?” His green eyes widened as he took me in.
“I told you that I was getting a shower first.” I unfastened my jeans and started working them down my hips.
“And I told you that I’m going first this time.” He followed suit, pushing his jeans over his hips.
It was a race to see who could get into the shower first. I still had my bra and underwear on, and he still had his boxers on, but neither of us cared as we pushed, shoved, and wrestled our way to the shower.
I entered first, but he followed behind me. We both hovered around the hot flow of water raining down from the shower head. That’s when the fighting stopped. We both groaned as we absorbed the heat.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, facing one another as the water rained down on us, but eventually, we both warmed. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. My heart skipped.
It felt like we’d been fighting for days, but in that moment, it all fell away. I watched as his hooded eyes raked over my body. My stomach tightened, and my heart leaped up to my throat. It was like we both had the same thought at the same time, and we leaped toward one another.
Chapter 16
Oliver
Iwas tired of fighting my need for her. I was tired of pretending I hated her when, really, the person I hated was myself.
I’d been acting cold toward her once I learned how our two paths crossed. I knew that once she found out, she wouldn’t want anything to do with me, so I was saving her the regret. I just didn’t have the strength to tell her what the real problem was.
The plan was to keep her at arm’s length until I did. Once the truth was out, I figured I’d let the chips fall where they may. If she hated me and wanted to leave, at least she wouldn’t regret anything. If she wanted to stay, then we could move forward with no secrets between us. It was harder than I thought, though, and once we were both nearly naked in the shower together, I was too weak to keep fighting.
My eyes found hers, and I saw all the emotion brewing behind them. She needed me; she’d just been too afraid to say it.
My attention moved to her lips. They were dark pink from the cold and plump. I watched as she pulled the bottom one between her teeth. Her breathing had picked up.
I noticed the way her chest rose and fell. Her bra was padded, thick enough that the water didn’t make it transparent, but thecups pushed her tits together and held them high, giving the perfect curvature to her décolletage.
I took in more of her, her flat stomach and the way her ribs and hipbones slightly protruded beneath the skin. Her white panties had become transparent, allowing me to see the slit between her lips. My dick stood at attention in an instant, and I lunged for her.
The thing was, she lunged for me, too.
She practically jumped into my arms as our mouths crashed together. My tongue pushed its way inside, and this time she didn’t hold back. She opened willingly for me, her tongue finding mine and allowing them to dance together. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I had one hand on her ass, supporting her weight. The other was unfastening her bra. One swift flick of my fingers had the hooks released from the eyelets. She removed her bra and tossed it to the back of the shower. I pressed her back to the wall, and that freed my hands to travel and explore.
I cupped her tits, kneading and squeezing them as we kissed. I pinched her nipples and then moved the pad of my thumbs across them over and over, making them harden and become sensitive.
I let one hand fall between us, teasing her clit from the outside of her panties. I ran my fingers up and down her slit to her center, feeling the way she was hot for me. I set her on her feet and pushed her panties down her hips.
“I’ve been dying to taste you since you crashed into my life, Amelia,” I whispered in her ear before nipping at the lobe. “Is that OK with you, baby?”
