He kept it up, watched the effect his touch had on her, her breathing faster now, her head falling back. But hadn’t she said something about a shower?
He withdrew his hand, pressed his forehead to hers, lust pounding in his veins. “If you don’t start your shower, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
* * *
Pulse pounding,Kenzie took a few unsteady steps to the shower, opened the door, and reached inside to start the water. She fumbled with the faucet, the ache Harrison had conjured between her thighs making it almost impossible to think.
Focus!
Turning on the water shouldn’t be a challenge.
Then again, she’d never expected to take a shower with Harrison. She had fantasized about him so many times, wanted him for so long, but she’d never imagined that he was attracted to her, too.
Was this really happening?
She stepped under the spray and turned to face him, stepping back to make room for him. He joined her, towering over her in the small, enclosed space, his big, muscular body crowding hers without meaning to.
God almighty, he turned her on.
“Is the water okay?”
“Perfect.” He reached past her to grab the soap, lathered his hands, and began to wash her. “I love the feel of you.”
He lingered on her breasts, cupping them with soap-slick hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs, plucking the pebbled tips with his fingers.
“Oh, yes.” Her head fell back, her hands grasping his hips for balance, warm water sluicing over her hair.
His touch was gentle and arousing and nothing short of torture, every caress making the ache inside her worse. When his hands finally left her breasts and moved down to her belly, she moaned in protest.
He chuckled, kneeling before her to spread soap over her legs, magic fingertips tickling her inner thighs and the backs of her knees, his gaze sliding over her body until it fixed on the most private part of her.
“God, Kenzie.” His brow furrowed, as if the sight of her were some kind of torment. Then he stood, rinsed her, and kissed her hard. “Are you feeling clean yet?”
“I think I’m feeling dirty, thanks to you.”
That made him grin. “Good.”
“Your turn.” She traded places with him, took the soap, and washed him, lingering on the flat brown discs of his nipples, savoring the feel of his abs and obliques, squeezing the hard mounds of his ass.
Then she dropped to her knees as he’d done.
She soaped his legs then took him in hand, stroking his length, watching the tension on his face, his fingers sliding into her hair. She would have gone down on him right there—shewantedto taste him—but he was too tall.
He must have read her mind. “I appreciate the thought, honey, but that’s not going to work in here.”
Short girl problems. They were real.
They rinsed and stepped out of the shower one at a time to dry off, Kenzie’s body humming with sexual urgency.
She grabbed the box of condoms and took a step toward the bathroom door, but Harrison scooped her into his arms.
“Oh!” Startled, she held on, not used to being carried like this.
“Don’t worry. I won’t drop you. I’ve had backpacks that weigh more than you do.” He carried her to her bedroom, holding her against his chest, his gaze fixed on her face every step of the way, his eyes dark.
Good freaking heaven! Was he even real?
He lowered her to her bed and stretched out above her. “I want to make you feel good. Tell me what you like.”
