“Too long ago,” I inform her, rocking my hips against her, letting her feel my erection. I feel like I’ve had one for hours, watching her work. She moves so easily around her bar, laughing and smiling with customers without flirting. It was a huge fucking turn-on tonight; despite the fact I wasn’t able to react to her the way I wanted to.
Every time one of those assholes came up and hit on her, I wanted to turn into a caveman. Throw her over my shoulder and stake my claim right then and there, but that’s not toeing the professional line we both agreed to.
“I enjoyed meeting Gio and his friends,” she murmurs, gripping the side of my shirt.
“I don’t want to talk about him,” I say, sliding my knee between her legs and reveling in the feel of her grinding against my thigh.
“What do you want to talk about? Cade dancing on the bar?”
She’s teasing, I know it, but I still growl at her question. “Fuck no, Lizzie. I want to talk about getting you out of these clothes.”
“I should shower. It was hot and sweaty all evening,” she says. “Plus, spilled beer.”
“Hmmm,” I murmur against her neck, sliding my nose against the long column. “I have an idea.”
“Does it involve the shower?”
Smirking, I give a quick nod before bending down and scooping her up and over my shoulder in a matter of seconds. The sound of Lizzie squealing makes my heart soar higher than ever before. I carry her to her ugly bathroom and slowly lower her onto the floor.
“Undress,” I instruct, watching her eyes widen and dilate. She enjoys this side of me too, loves it when I get all bossy.
Quickly, I turn around and spin the knobs. Knowing it’ll take a handful of seconds before the water temperature warms, I return my attention to her, cracking a smile when she’s trying to strip in record time. When her foot gets tangled in the leg of her pants, I reach forward and assist. “What’s the rush, sweetheart?” I ask, sliding my palm along her calf as I help her detangle.
“You naked in the shower is the rush, Collin,” she mutters, a wicked glimmer reflecting back at me in those hypnotic green orbs.
When her leg is free, I toss the jeans onto the floor and reach for her panties. “These should go too,” I murmur softly, taking my time to remove the thin material. She’s better than any gift I could open on Christmas, all warm, wet, and mine.
Mine.
It’s been too damn long since I even considered the concept of a woman being mine again, but this feels right. Hell, it feels more than right, and surprisingly, that doesn’t scare me as much as I expected. In fact, I want more.
No, Ineedmore.
And I’m not just talking about this, getting naked in the shower with her.
I need more of us, together.
My heart is trying to beat out of my chest, and if it weren’t for having to remove my hands from her body, I’d rub the spot where it aches. But I keep my hands where they are, sliding around to her backside and kneading her ass in my palms. Lizzie moves forward, pressing her entire front to mine, and I’m completely torn between wanting to strip us both naked immediately and savoring our time together by dragging it out as long as I can.
But the fact remains, I have to work in only a handful of hours, and even though Lizzie will be able to sleep in a bit longer, she has a long day at the bar as well. So, as much as I want to keep her here, drawing out the pleasure and release, it’s irresponsible of me to do so.
So, I’ll just have to have my wicked way with her fast and hard in the shower.
I make quick work at removing her panties and bra, and while she steps out of her socks, I strip away all my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. The room fills with steam, and even though my cock is seeping precum and I want nothing more than to bury it deep inside her, I move to adjust the water temperature to a comfortably hot level.
“Come.” I extend my hand, and she gently places hers against my palm.
We slip behind the curtain, the hot water hitting my side and stinging. “Too hot?”
“No way, this is perfect,” she replies, dipping beneath the spray.
She pulls me toward her, snaking her arms around my neck. I claim her lips in a bruising kiss, our tongues tangling as my hands move over her wet skin. “Are you ready for me, Lizzie?”
“I’ve been wet all night.”
I groan, picturing her behind the bar, wet and achy. “Well, we should do something about that now, shouldn’t we?”
She nods insistently.
