“I think I need to shower first. Wash the flop sweat off me,” he murmured into her mouth before turning and heading toward the bathroom. She leaned against the door, dizzy, blinking, unable to do anything but watch as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the ground. He craned his head back to look at her. “You coming?”
She pushed herself upright, kicking off her boots. “Soon, hopefully.”
They both stripped down to their underwear, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. He reached the bathroom first, already running his hand under the spray by the time she shut the door behind her.
“You probably want this a few degrees above boiling, right?”
“It’s okay. I cancompromise,” she said with a dramatic sigh. He turned back to look at her, grinning, before doing a double take, his expression slackening as his gaze swept over her from head to toe. She crossed her arms over her stomach and leaned against the counter.
“What?” Based on the look on his face, she had a pretty good idea what, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway. It certainly wasn’t a reaction to her bra and underwear, which were plain and functional and had both seen better days.
He shook his head and stood upright, moving toward her slowly. “I guess I always forget. Like, I convince myself my memory is playing tricks on me.” He stopped short in front of her, curving his hands around her ribs before running them slowly down the edges of her silhouette, his eyes following their progress, making her shiver. “But you really are this fucking beautiful.”
She rested her hands on his biceps for a moment, then slid them up to his shoulders, leaning down to press her mouth to the warm skin there. “Mmm. You’ll do.”
“Well, I’m no Pennywise.”
“Good. His dick was really weird.”
She caught his laugh against her lips, light and sweet, before he pulled back to look at her again.
“I thought you were going to give me a heart attack at that shoot,” he murmured, splaying his hands wide around her hips, finding the spot where she was the softest and squeezing possessively.
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not. They didn’t let you keep any of that, did they? The stockings and stuff?”
“No, but I could probably track down something along those lines, if you want.”
He pressed closer to her, skin against skin. “I do want.”
She ran her hands up his smooth back and nuzzled into the side of his neck, taking a long inhale of his natural musk before the shower washed it away. “Just so you know, it took two other people to help me get into everything.”
“I bet it would only take one to get you out of it, though. If they were motivated enough.” His voice went low as his hands skated up to ease her bra clasp open, his erection pressing insistently against her hip. She reached her hand beneath his waistband and let her fingers wrap around him, hot and hard, stroking gently, reacquainting herself, feeling a thrill deep in her stomach at the confirmation that her memory hadn’t been playing tricks on her, either. He groaned and rested his forehead in the gap between her neck and shoulder, sliding her bra straps down her arms.
She brushed her lips against his ear. “I think we’re wasting water.”
He grunted, half amusement, half regret, and they untangledagain, discarding their last scraps of clothing, Lilah tying her hair up before stepping in after him.
They both knew better than to even discuss attempting shower sex, which was high risk, low reward. Instead, they just held each other, their kisses soft and lingering, hands exploring leisurely under the guise of lathering up. Lilah swallowing a gasp as Shane’s soapy fingers brushed over her nipples. Him groaning deep in the back of his throat as she lightly ran her palm over the hard length of him, base to tip.
Once they’d rinsed off, she dropped to her knees, ducking her head out of range of the spray. His eyes went dark and hazy as he braced one arm against the wall in anticipation, forearm flexing.
But the only place she touched him was his hip, placing a soft kiss on his tattoo. Her heart had leapt as soon as she saw it was still intact, the lines almost as dark as the day they got them.
“I would’ve thought you’d run straight from that set to the nearest laser,” she teased, brushing her thumb across it.
“You know, I never did get around to that,” he said with a throaty chuckle.
“Weird.” She moved her head over a few inches, looking up at him mischievously before sinking her teeth into the firm curve of his ass—not as hard as she wanted to, but hard enough to make him yelp and jolt.
“Ow!Fuck.” He was laughing, though, reaching down to rub the spot, which was already turning pink. She planted a kiss there, too.
“Sorry. Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about doing that?”
He turned off the water and helped her to her feet, pulling her into a kiss so deep and dirty she felt it in her toes.
“Let me show you whatI’vebeen thinking about.”
