“Want company in the shower?”
It would be yet another first for me, but that didn’t stop me from teasing, “We would use less water, and I’m all about saving the environment. And I could use some help reaching my back. So I could probably be talked into the idea.”
He didn’t give me any warning before he scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into the en suite bathroom. The sheet dropped from between us when he set me on my feet beside the walk-in shower.
I tried to be as blasé as he was about being naked. The only reason I didn’t worry much about being bared to his gaze as he reached in and turned on the water was that I was too busy taking in every inch of his sculpted body.
He’d been gorgeous in bed last night, but there was so much more to appreciate in the morning light as the steam began to fill the room.
My mouth went dry all over again as I studied the tattoos I hadn’t been able to see when he was dressed. I wasn’t sure which I liked more, the Ace of Hearts over his heart or the tire tread running from his happy trail up along his left ribs. The former was so fitting with his road name, but I enjoyed the position of the latter.
He caught me staring and smirked. “Like what you see?”
“Very much,” I breathed.
“Feel free to touch as much as you want.”
He stepped under the spray first, then held out a hand. I took it and let him pull me in until warm water cascaded over us both.
At first, I thought we were actually going to get clean. He soaped my back, doing a thorough job. Feeling emboldened by his touch, I returned the favor, tracing the lines of his tattoos with sudsy fingers as I circled around to his chest. While I was memorizing every ridge and valley, his mouth found my neck. I balanced my hands on his shoulders, and the soap was forgotten.
He lifted me against the tile wall, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Water pounded down on us, drowning out everything except the sound of my gasps and his low groans.
His thick length pressed against my core, which was getting wetter by the minute. And not because of the shower.
The tip of his dick nudged my opening, and I let out a little whimper.
Colter stilled. “Are you sore?”
“A little,” I admitted.
“Let me make you feel better.”
He set me on my feet before slowly dropping to his knees, his hands gripping my hips as he tugged me closer to his mouth. Then he guided my stance wider so he could lick my pussy. His tongue dipped between in deliberate strokes that made my toes curl and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Colter—” His name broke on a whimper.
“That’s it,” he rasped against my drenched flesh. “Let me hear you fall apart for me, baby.”
He tugged on my clit with his teeth, and stars burst behind my eyelids. “Yes! Oh yes!”
I tilted my head back, the water pouring down on my face while Colter held me still, eating me through my release. While I was still trembling, he straightened and rested his forehead against mine. “Better?”
“Much.”
His lips curved into a smug grin. “Good.”
He was still hard between us, so I asked, “What about you?”
Gripping my wrist he wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, his other hand surrounding mine. Then he showed me how to stroke up and down at just the right pace. “Like that, baby. Feels so damn good.”
He guided me into picking up the pace, our arms moving in unison while I jacked him off. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to stare at more, how our hands moved on his dick or his gorgeous face as he got closer to his climax.
The deep groan he let out before come spurted from the tip had me wishing we had time for him to give me another orgasm. But the water had already turned lukewarm, so I didn’t ask for more when Colter started to wash me again after rinsing himself off.
I hummed when he massaged shampoo and then conditioner into my scalp, feeling boneless when he finally shut off the water and wrapped me in a towel.
I stood dripping on the bath mat, watching him dry off with quick, efficient movements. “You’d better be careful. A girl could easily get used to being treated like this. You’re spoiling me.”
