Dane took her bundle of clothing and placed it carefully in a dry corner of the bunker, then took the cup of water from her. "Want to heat it?" he asked, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. "We probably could."
"No," she said, tipping her head back to look into his face. "I want to get clean and then have wild sex with you, and anything slowing that down is not my friend right now."
His face did a complicated series of things; then he said, "Okay," and poured the water over her head.
Mira gasped. Regardless of whether she was prepared for it, a quart of cold water to the scalp was definitely a shock.
"Sorry!" Dane said. He remorsefully brushed water out of her eyes with his thumb, while she was still gasping for air. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"I did want it—give me a minute—" It felt like her diaphragm had seized up. Okay, maybe she wasn't as used to bathing in cold water as she thought. "I'm starting to realize," she said breathlessly, "that taking cold showers before sex might not be a great idea."
Dane ran his hand up the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her wet hair. The touch of his large, strong fingers against her scalp made her breathless for a different reason. (Well, okay, some of it was still the cold water. Wow.)
"Maybe it just depends on how you do it," he murmured, and leaned in and kissed her.
His lips were warm enough to make up for the chill raising gooseflesh on her shoulders and arms. She leaned into him, melting against his mouth, and then against the rest of him.
She had been daydreaming about this for days, and now, finally, it was here: their bodies, naked and pressed together, with nothing at all between them. Not clothing, not secrets.
The kiss went on and on, eclipsing everything but her awareness of his warm and mobile mouth, his strong chest and arms around her. When he finally moved his head back a little, Mira became aware that she had gone half limp in his arms, as if he was all that was holding her up.
"Wow," he murmured, gazing into her face. He brushed back a clump of wet hair.
"Wow," she gasped back. "Why haven't we been doing this the whole time?"
Dane grinned, a real grin, lighting up his whole face like a signal lamp, and leaned back in for more kissing.
It took a lot of kissing before they could break apart long enough to dip another cup of water out of the bag. This time, Dane poured it over her head in a trickle, scrubbing his hands through her hair and then rubbing his big palm across her shoulders. Mira wasn't sure if she was actually getting much cleaner, but it was more than worth it for the skin contact that made her feel like she was being petted.
Another slowly poured cup of water left her feeling a little less like she was covered in a second skin of salt and sand, and also hyper-aware of Dane with every part of her body. Especially certain parts.
"Your turn," she said, her voice husky with lust.
She filled the cup and stretched on her tiptoes to pour it over his head. Mindful of her own experience, she trickled the water carefully in a steady stream. It coursed down his face and poured over his shoulders. He had closed his eyes; now he opened them, blinking at her with wet lashes, and she was caught off guard all over again at how beautiful his two-tone, brown-and-green eyes were.
Mira took advantage of his nearness to kiss those inviting lips again, and then refilled the cup. There was a tantalizing deliciousness in tormenting herself now that release was at hand. She washed his shoulders and chest, let water trickle down his pecs and abs.
"Mira," he groaned. His chest rose and fell as he drew a deep breath, and his cock jerked when she touched him again.
Mira leaned forward to caress his chest lightly, first with her hands and then her lips. Her breasts brushed against him, her nipples hardened to tight, sensitive nubs.
Her entire body felt electric. When he brought up a hesitant hand to stroke her back, she shivered all over—especially when his hand slid down to cup one of her buttocks.
"Mira," he breathed again, and began nibbling his way down her neck, which was impossible to resist. The cup fell from her fingers and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her.
There was no chance of pausing or slowing then. They rubbed against each other, kissing frantically kissing. Dane lifted her and rested her against the bunker wall. She reached down to guide him inside.
The feeling of him inside her set off sparks behind her eyes. However, after a few thrusts against the wall, with her bare back pressing uncomfortably against the rough concrete, she squirmed to be let down. "Turn," she gasped; it was all she could get out.
"What?"
"Turn. Me." Apparently sex had reduced her to a cavewoman.Me turn. You fuck.Oh god. She almost laughed as she slid herself off him and turned around to brace her hands against the wall.
Dane let out a low, hoarse curse as her ass ground into him.
"Now," she moaned, and that was all the encouragement he needed to push into her.
It had been a very long time since she'd done it doggy style, and she'd forgotten how intense the sensation was. Her mind whited out for a moment, and then Dane wrapped a hand around her and cupped her mound, fingering her as he drove into her.
