She pulled the pocket door closed and glanced to the garden tub. An impromptu shower seemed like a better idea. Unzipping the side of her dress, she stepped out of it and pulled open the plexiglass door to the walk-in shower.
Warm water did little to rinse away the turmoil raging inside her. Not confusion about Brek. She understood down to her marrow that he would never hurt her. No, they would figure out their limits and discuss rules, and then she would learn everything she could from him.
The spray of water pounded against her as she lifted her face to the stream, closing her eyes and bracing her hands on the dark-gray tiles of her shower.
The rattle of the shower door opening jolted her attention away from the showerhead. She covered her breasts with an arm and shook the droplets of water from her eyes.
Brek.
Not just Brek.NakedBrek. Sure, she had felt him up over his T-shirt when she rode on the back of his bike. And, yeah, the definition of his back was etched in the recesses of her mind from the times they kissed and she had held on tight. She’d seen him without a shirt countless times, but, totally bare, he was a Greek god with brilliant ink across his arms, chest, and down his right leg. Her gaze moved back to his arms. Arms that led to abs with muscles defined into a V leading to—she forced her eyes to meet his.
“You want me to leave?” A sly smile tilted at the corners of his lips.
At the husky purr of his words, she was pretty sure she almost had an orgasm right there. The warm water poured over her, circling the drain like her commitment to boundaries.
She pressed her palms to her eyes and shook her head. “No. Stay.”
“Then I’m coming in. You good with that?”
Finally, she dropped her hands and smiled a shaky smile. She nodded. His eyes were soft, his body rigid.
He prowled through the small space between them, turning her so his chest brushed against her back. The air shifted in the quickly steaming stall.
“This is how it’s gonna go,” he whispered into her ear, the length of his erection settling in the cleft of her bottom, pressing up toward the center of her spine. His wet hands slid along her elbows and over the sides of her breasts. “I’ll take lead, but you’ve gotta tell me when I do something you don’t like.”
She moaned when his fingertips stroked lightly over her nipples. At the moment, certainty took over that she would enjoy everything he chose to do to her body.
Fine, so she didn’t have loads of experience in this department. Handling things alone in her bedroom at night hardly counted. No, the things they were about to do, or ratherweredoing, were carnal, instinctive. She had never been confident with a man this way. But there were no mistakes here. Just Brek.
He ran his hand over the slope of her breasts, down her belly to the wisp of curls at the apex of her thighs. He slid a finger inside as his other arm braced her so she didn’t collapse into a puddle and slip off down the drain. “You with me?”
This was new. Sure, she had made herself come, but this…this was something totally foreign. Different. Exciting.
“What?” She hitched her leg slightly to give him better purchase, his fingertips venturing farther.
“I do something that doesn’t feel good, you talk to me.” He continued his beautiful assault on her senses. “I do something you like, you talk to me. I’ll return the favor. For example, right now, the water bouncing off your tits is fucking with my head. Makes me want to do this faster so I can play with ’em. But, see, that’s not the guy I am. I’ve got a problem because I really want to touch your tits, but my hands are busy.”
“That is a problem,” she said on a breath.
“Looks like you’re gonna have to help me out here. Touch your nipple.” He slid another finger against the one already between her legs.
She followed his command and ran a hand over her breasts, like she did when she was alone and doing this to herself. The friction elicited a moan from the depths of her.
The hardness of his erection twitched against her backside.
She cleared her throat. Her head lolled back against him. “I like that. A lot.”
“Which part?” His hand continued doing magnificent things to her.
“Mmm.” Words escaped her as his thumb rubbed against her sweet spot. The sensations of the water, her hands,hishands, were overwhelming.
“We should go to my bed.” She had no idea where the words had come from. She would gladly stay in the shower forever. They could just live there, the two of them, alone in the water.
He turned her to face him. “That’s what you want?”
She nodded. His mouth crushed down on hers. Finally, he let her go, and she turned off the water to follow him out. He immediately wrapped a bath towel across her shoulders and dried her off, before doing the same for himself.
Holding the towel in place, she followed him to the bedroom.
