Though, given that she opened the shower door and her eyes fell on his hand and what it was doing, he might be the one going down.
“Don’t say a word,” she said, low, with a note of sultry he didn’t know she possessed. “And please, don’t stop on my account.”
More of his blood pooled south, which was the only reason he took her command and said nothing. Because, really, he should’ve told her not to be bossy. That was what he should’ve done.
“Hands to the wall.” She said this like she was in charge of everything and had it under control.
Good. Fuck. He needed someone to just take over for a while.
He turned to put his hands on the wall as her palm ran up his back to the muscles of his shoulders, massaging there.
The groan that slipped from his lips? Totally not his fault.
Not his fault, because she gave up on his shoulders and trailed her hand along his abs to his twitching dick standing at attention in front of him.
With one hand, she gripped the shaft and let the conditioner and water combination do their thing.
Her tits pressed against his back, and the scent of her surrounded him. This was better than any deposit he’d ever made in his spank bank, that was for damn sure.
On that thought, he nearly came all over her fingers. But he caught himself, regained control when he rinsed the rest of the conditioner from himself and turned around, so his dick slipped between her legs.
Not inside her body, just saying hello to prove a very thick point.
Opening his mouth to say something—what? He did not know. But something. Probably something that would come out wrong, since that was usually how it went with Courtney. Best of intentions were slaughtered as soon as his trap flapped with her sharing his space.
“Don’t you say anything,” she gritted out as he pushed her against the tile wall. She lifted her leg to wrap around his outer thigh and give him better access. In that moment, it appeared every argument, every pissed off word they’d spoken to each other, had led them right to this moment.
A moment where there were no words. Oh, there were loads of sounds. Mostly grunts. A few moans, but nothing coherent.
The water continued to pelt them when he gave her a boost. She wrapped her legs around him, and he drove home. Drove home while ensuring he gave plenty of attention to the bundle of nerves at her center.
Her nails bit into his back as she bucked against him, murmuring, “Yes.”
Over and over, it was yes.
“Don’t stop.” She pressed those talons of hers into his back, and, honest as fuck, her body squeezed and her orgasm brought him straight to the edge with her.
All that time they’d spent arguing about bullshit and they could’ve been doing this instead? They should’ve been doing this instead.
Her internal muscles between her legs wrung him dry while her legs gripped his waist harder.
The water stopped being so hot and turned lukewarm right about the same time the expression in her eyes shifted.
He didn’t dare move. Not only because he’d just fucked his friend’s sister against the shower wall. Not because he’d just fucked his publicist against the shower wall. And not because he was pretty sure that in doing both things, he’d fucked himself.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, careful as he helped her feet to the floor. He should’ve gone slower. Paid more attention that he didn’t hurt her when he pushed inside.
She was wobbly. Hell, he was wobbly too.
One did not come like the FedEx delivery man during the holiday rush without being wobbly.
“No.” She stepped back. He didn’t touch her, given that didn’t seem to be what she wanted. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Good.” He wasn’t entirely sure where to look. They were both there. Naked. Spent.
“Let’s, uh…” She gestured between them. “This didn’t…”
“Happen.” He finished her thought for her, knowing exactly what she wanted to say.
