He slid a hand into her damp hair and cupped the back of her head, his gaze shifting to her lips. Her chest tightened, her breath backing up in her throat as he leaned in, serious, deliberate. When their mouths met, he settled in with a palpable urge that matched her own, cherishing her, loving her, devouring her in the best possible way.
The sweater was too hot, and she squirmed in the constricting denim. How did he turn her into a quivering bundle of need with a single kiss?
Okay, this wasn’t just a kiss, it was a mating of the mouths, a full symphony of lips and tongue that sparked lightning in her veins.
He pulled back, breathless. “Dirty. I’m going to take a very, very fast shower.”
She laughed.
He stood and looked down at her, his gaze hot and hungry, making her even more breathless. “Don’t go anywhere.”
She gave him three minutes from the time the shower curtain rings screeched against the rod, before she stood and slowly walked toward the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the door.
“Yeah. Everything okay?”
“Very.” She pushed open the door, stepping into the steamy room, and shut it behind her. “I was wondering if you needed anything,” she said, her voice bolder than she felt.
He pulled aside the opaque curtain and stood naked before her. Gloriously, beautifully naked from head to toe, his pale skin in stark relief against the fancy brown subway tiles.
She’d never seen him fully undressed. The sight made her a little dizzy.
Without a word, he held out his hand, droplets of water falling to the floor like tears, leaving dark spots on the blue rug.
She hastily shed her clothes and placed her hand in his, carefully stepping into the tub.
His darkened hair appeared even darker, flopping gently over to the side, dripping water down his bruised forehead. “I just finished washing the sunscreen out of my hair, but I haven’t soaped up yet.” He stared at her, his eyes bluer than the ocean on a sunny day.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she whispered.
He held up the soap and quirked an eyebrow.Yes, please. When she held out her hand, he gave her an impish grin and dropped it into her palm.
At her signal, he turned around, showing off the muscles in his back, buttocks, and calves. Her mouth watered as she slicked the soap over his skin, trying to memorize the feel of him against her hands, cataloging every freckle and scar, working her way over his shoulders, down his straight spine.
She lathered the fine hairs on the back of his legs and even washed his feet, making him laugh.
“Okay, rinse.”
He faced her. “Now the good part.” He winked and toyed with a strand of her wet hair, following it down her neck, trailing his fingers over her taut nipple.
She gasped and arched into his touch. He lifted his other hand and she sucked in another breath at the sight of the angry gash on his right upper arm, which he’d managed to keep hidden from her until now. Her stomach turned and her head spun.Please don’t let me pass out. “Todd. Jesus. We need to take care of that.”
He dropped his hands. “Later.”
“Seriously?” She laughed in disbelief. He’d been knifed and he wanted to have shower sex?
“I’m a medic, remember? I washed it out. You can help me patch it up…after.” He lifted both of her breasts and pressed them together, lowering his head to kiss her nipples.
She managed not to whimper, but she dropped the soap. If his wound really wasn’t bothering him, who was she to say otherwise? “You’re interfering with your cleaning,” she managed, her voice hoarse. “I need to focus.”
With a lascivious smile, he released her, dropping both arms to his sides. She retrieved the soap and lathered the incredible contours of his chest in wide swirls, taking care with his light brown nipples before following the hair that cascaded down to where his penis stood at the ready, thick and dark and eager.
The minute her hand slid up his shaft, Todd moaned and leaned in to capture her bottom lip between his teeth. She made a lusty noise in response and within milliseconds they were a slippery frenzy of hands and mouths and breath and hot, hot skin.
“No fucking condoms,” he growled.
She glanced up at him, still working him between her palms. She could get addicted to seeing his handsome face flushed with pleasure from her touch. “I’m guessing that wasn’t part of the welcome basket.”
He rested his forehead against hers with a frustrated groan. “No, I checked.”
