“Yes,” she murmurs. “Touch me, Dax.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
My hands slide up to cup her breasts, teasing, stroking. She gives a soft little moan and melts into my arms. I bend down to take her nipple in my mouth, and she cries out and clutches my hair.
“You like that?” I murmur against the soft underside. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her body arches in my hands, and I can tell my words have gotten to her. That she likes what I’m saying and the way I say it.
I move my mouth to the other nipple, sucking the soft peak into my mouth. My thumb strokes her other nipple, gliding over the wetness I’ve left there. She groans and grips my hair.
“Say that again,” she whispers. “I like when you talk.”
Talk dirty is what she’s saying, or at least I think so. I give it another shot. “You have the most perfect tits,” I murmur against one of them. “Burying my face in them is like a fucking dream.”
She groans and throws her head back, lost in my words and in what I’m doing with my mouth. I can tell she’s giving in to the sensations, letting herself go as I slide my hand into the front of her jeans and dip my finger into?—
“Wait!”
I jerk back so fast I give myself whiplash.
“We should shower first,” she says. There’s a bashfulness in her expression that amuses me. “I’m all sweaty from working all day and?—”
“I kind of like you sweaty.” I grin, hoping she knows it’s true. “But we can definitely shower if you want.”
She bites her lip, and I wonder if this is part of The Test. Is sweaty, un-showered sex not part of her repertoire? Then again, maybe I owe it to her to make sure I’m squeaky clean, too.
I let go of her and reach into the shower stall, I grab hold of the tap and twist. And twist. And twist. And twist. And?—
“What the hell?” I step into the shower and frown up at the nozzle. “Is the water out or something?”
Lisa reaches for the taps on the sink. “Looks like it,” she says. “Did you forget to pay your water bill?”
The question makes me bristle. I know she’s joking, or maybe she’s not. She can’t possibly know I spent my whole damn childhood having our water and electricity and everything else shut off for unpaid bills.
I swallow hard and order myself not to let dark thoughts ruin the moment. I jerk the shower handle again. Dammit. “I’ll get dressed,” I mutter. “The main line is outside on the street.”
I start to reach for my pants, but Lisa grabs my wrist. “Wait.”
I stop, pants dangling limply from my hand, even as my dick still throbs like an over-eager python.
“What?” I ask.
Lisa licks her lips. “You know what I’d normally do right now?”
“Run screaming from the building?”
She giggles, then nods. “Maybe not that dramatic. But I’d probably get all prissy and insist we’re not engaging in any sort of sexytimes until we’re both freshly washed.”
“I see,” I tell her, a little weirded out that she used the words “sexytimes” and “freshly washed.” But I can see wheels cranking in her head, and I like where they’re going.
“I guess the opposite of that would be?—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence. Not with words, anyway. Instead, she gives me a wicked grin, then turns and grabs a towel off the wall. I’m speechless as she drops it onto the shower floor, then meets my eyes and grins wider. “Here’s the new plan.”
Holy shit.
I stare in stunned silence as she drops to her knees on the towel. Then she grabs the base of my cock and smiles up at me. “I’ve always kind of wanted to do it like this.”
