So godsdamned close.
My eyes squeezed shut briefly on their own accord as I tried to regain control, but my head was drunkenly spinning under the intoxicating spell she’d woven.
I was supposed to be in control of this situation.
Me, fuck it.
Nelle pushed into motion, so I did too.
We prowled around one another, circling like restless wolves. Nelle tiptoed between fallen bottles of facial products, and I tried hard to ignore them scattered haphazardly on the floor.Really fucking hard.
Nelle lazily drifted a hand over the vanity’s surface, a finger smearing condensation. She snatched up the towel I’d used to dry myself, gripping each end as she spun around to face me, hiding her panties behind the fluffy material. “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she teased, shimmying the towel back and forth.
My nostrils flared. “Maybe we should.”
She laughed, light and carefree. “So desperate.”
Fucking desperate.
She angled her head. “See that showerhead over there.”
Yeah, I did. An elaborate and luxurious rainfall shower was set into the ceiling, but the wall also had an additional system with the usual paraphernalia. Excitement barreled through me because shower sex was fun sex. Water raining down, our bodieslathered up with fragrant froth, sliding her lithe body up and down soapy walls as I bounced her on my cock.
“It’s detachable,” she pointed out.
Fuck yes, it was.
“I can change the flow of water,” she said, ending on a thoughtful hum as she twisted the towel in her hands. Her voice became husky and low. The words carefully spoken. And I leaned in closer, entirely on edge, wondering what she was going to say. “I can make the flow of water sharp and hard, soft and gentle. Pulse it. Let it vibrate faster and faster.”
Holy hells, yes!
I was hanging on every word, seeing it in my mind, how the cascading water would pour over her gorgeous naked figure. How I could use the spray to heighten the pleasure.
Nelle took a step closer. “I’m going to take that showerhead and detach it from the wall. I’ll turn it on and spray silky water right up between my legs…and get myself off.”
Wait…what?
I blinked rapidly, throwing up a hand. No, that’s what I intended to do. Getting her off was my job.Mine!
Suddenly her sensual gaze became cruel as she stabbed a finger at my face. “Becauseyousure as hells haven’t earned the right to kneel between my legs!”
What the actual fuck?!
She hooked her thumb toward the showerhead. “It’s reliable. Dependable. And better yet—it doesn’t do lame-ass pillow talk, Crowther!”
Nelle lunged sideways, fast.
Before I registered what was happening, the tip of the towel whirled outward to snap across my ass.
Fuuuck!
Holy shit!
I hadn’t been paying any attention to what she was doing with her hands. Because. I. Was. A. Dumbass.
While she’d been teasing me with the showerhead, she’d twisted the towel into a tight rope like my brothers and I had done as kids with tea towels, fighting one another while doing the dishes. A vicious flick of the tip against skin that hurt like fuck.
Nelle darted back and forth, whipping the towel’s tail end to keep up her onslaught. “Get the hells out of here!”
