She moans, rolling her hips, her hand fisting tighter in my hair, and unable to hold on any longer, I take possession of her mouth with mine. Our tongues lash. Our teeth click. I suck on her bottom lip. She bites at my top one, slipping her hands under the hem of my T-shirt.
Hot need floods my cock even as the fact I’m still coated in post-fire sweat and grime hits me. Gripping her hips, I break the kiss and stare down at her.
Her eyebrows knit. “Everything okay?”
I let out a choppy breath. “Everything ismorethan okay. From the second I saw you at the deli, I wanted you. More than I’ve wanted any woman before. But you’ve got me so fucking horny I forgot I haven’t showered since the callout, and no way do I want my BO getting in the road of your pleasure.”
Her eyes twinkle. “How big is your shower?”
“Fucking enormous,” I reply, and without another word, I scoop her up off the floor and over my shoulder.
She squeals out a laugh, grabbing at the back of my shirt as I cup the back of one of her luscious thighs and head for my bathroom. “Oh God, Gibbo!” she protests. “I’m too heavy. You’ll hurt yourself. Put me down.”
“Babe,” I say, striding down my hallway. “The only thing that’s hurting me right now is my cock. And you are perfect.”
I enter my bathroom, hit the light with my free hand, and slowly return her to her feet. Her body slides down mine, and she lets out a soft, hitching gasp as my erection—trapped behind the heavy synthetic of my firefighting trousers—rubs against the curve of her sex and lower belly.
She looks up at me, takes a step backward, unfastens the remaining buttons of her dress with shaking fingers, and lets it shimmer to the floor. “Are you sureperfectis the right word?” she whispers. “Now you’ve seen it all?”
“Fucking hell, Sami,” I growl, devouring her exquisite body, its sublime curves barely contained in a pink lace bra and matching panties. “You’re a goddess,” I say and cup the back of her neck in one hand, grab her arse with the other, and crush her lips with mine.
Chapter Eight
Sami
He removes my panties and bra and kisses my breasts and the junction of my thighs with a reverence that floods my body with fresh need.
No one has touched me like this before.
I want to melt on the floor, but he turns the shower on and guides me under the soft stream of water. He’s not wrong. His shower is enormous.
As water flows over my body, he starts removing his clothes, watching me.
“Hurry up,” I order, feathering my fingers over my wet nipples.
“Being water-wise?” he asks on a low chuckle as he moves his hands to his black boxer briefs, the last item he’s wearing.
I laugh and then let out a softohas he removes his briefs.
He’s huge. And erect. And oh my God, huge.
Heat throbs in my sex, and I draw in a steadying breath.
He meets my stare. “I’ll be gentle.”
Fresh heat pools in my core, and I shake my head. “Just be you.”
His nostrils flare, and he steps into the shower and kneels in front of me, his mouth charting a path up the inside of my thighs before claiming my sex. His tongue is amazing. He teases my clit over and over, and I come on his face, the water streaming over my own, licking over my skin as he licks at my orgasm.
He rises to his feet, looming over me. His hands skim my hips, my ribs, and my breasts before he tangles his fingers in my wet hair and kisses me. His cock nudges my belly, and I want him inside me so much I’m aching.
He lifts his head with a shaky groan. “You need to get out of the shower, Sami. Now.”
My throat tightens. “Why?”
He rakes his hands down to my butt and yanks me hard to his hips. “Because the first time I sink into your sweet pussy, I want you spread out on my bed with nothing between our naked bodies. Not even water.”
I get out of his shower.
