“I like it too much. You keep it up and I’m going to come all over your hand.” He disengaged and opened the glass shower door, turning the faucet on until hot water and steam filled the space. “Let’s get you naked.”
She reached behind her neck and pulled the thin shirt over her head, keeping her bad arm by her side. He dropped to his knees and grasped the side of her pants, easing them over her hips and down her legs. His mouth lined up perfectly with her core. Using his thumbs, he opened her and pressed his tongue against her clit. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, driving his own desire higher. He wanted to spread her out on the floor and lick and suck her until she screamed his name.
“Jordan,” she groaned.
He stood and backed her into the shower stall. She tilted her head back to wet her hair and he took advantage of the exposed skin of her neck. The water sluiced over his face and shoulders. He pulled back and reached for the shampoo in the recessed shelf. Pouring some into his hands, he rubbed them together to work up a lather, and ran his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp.
She stepped closer to him, running her hands up his sides and around his back. Her head fell back and she groaned. Her eyes shone with desire.
He kissed her. Hot, open mouthed, their tongues tangling together. He tilted her head back under the stream of water and continued to work his fingers while he rinsed her hair.
This had to be one of the most erotic things he’d ever done to a woman. He could still taste her essence on his tongue, but washing her hair seemed somehow more intimate.
“Conditioner?” he asked.
Her eyes fluttered open. “What?”
Glad to see he wasn’t the only one losing his senses. “Do you want conditioner in your hair?”
“If it means you keep doing what you’re doing, then yes.”
He smoothed conditioner through the long strands of her hair, then lathered body wash in his hands. Her heavy breasts filled his palms and he pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, rolling the hard points.
Her breath hitched. “Oh god.”
He traced the edge of her jaw with his tongue. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Does it make you wet?”
“Soaked.” She clenched him in her fist and pumped her hand along his hard length. “Does this make you hard?”
Like the Rock of Gibraltar. “Fucking rigid.”
Her teeth scraped his neck.
He gritted his teeth and hissed.
“Too much?”
“No. Keep going.” He found her slit and traced his finger along the seam of her lips. Inch by slow inch, he inserted his middle finger into her tight core. His thumb pressed against her clit.
She rode his hand and he inserted another finger.
“I want you.” Her hand pulsed around his cock. “Now.”
God yes, he wanted to slide into her hot, tight heat. Feel her clench and pulse around him. “Fuck.” He removed his fingers and shoved her back. “Rinse your hair. I’ll be right back.”
“What?”
He pushed the door open and dashed out of the shower. Hitting the tile floor, he slid, barely avoiding wiping out. He ran into the bedroom, leaving a trail of water behind him. Ripping the bedside table drawer open, he grabbed the box condoms, and ran back into the bathroom. He tore the box open, sending silver square packets flying, but managed to snatch one out of the air and slammed back into the shower.
Emme stood with her hands pressed over her mouth.
“It’s not funny.”
Her shoulders shook. “When you slid across the floor….” She dissolved into giggles.
