The shower is huge. There’s a bench along the backside and two shower heads on each side of it, making it easy to keep this to just a shower.
But I don’t want to keep it to just a shower.
My eyes move back up to his as I climb in next to him.
I walk right up to him, tilting my head up to keep eye contact.
“I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, but I want it. I want you.” Raising up on my tiptoes, I press a light kiss to his lips.
“Be very sure right now, Ains,” he whispers against my lips.
I answer him without words. Gripping his dick, I give it one long stroke and watch as his eyes roll back a little.
“Fuck,” Ledger mutters.
The smirk taking over my face only grows, knowing how much I’m affecting him.
“I know we said we would slow down and take our time, but I don’t think I want to,” I whisper.
“I’ll do anything you want to,” he breathes out, and my heart jumps in my chest. Somehow, I don’t think he just means sexually.
I keep stroking him, wanting nothing more than to see this man come unraveled for me, but he takes me by surprise.
His hands grab the side of my face, pulling me up into a fierce kiss before sliding his hands down my arms to my hips and around to my ass. With no effort at all, he lifts me up and presses me against the shower wall.
I let out a squeak, unprepared for the show of strength and finding it ridiculously hot.
“Jesus, you are sexy today,” I say.
“Glad you think so,” he says as he presses kisses on my neck and grinds against me.
“How much time do we have before dinner?”
“Plenty for what I have in mind.” He slides his cock against my clit with emphasis, and I damn near lose my head.
“And what did you have in mind, Mr. Hutton?”
Chapter 23
Ledger
Ainsley’s a fucking wildcat, and I really should have seen it coming. But watching as she slowly walks towards me in the shower while stripping is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“I want to show you what I learned from last night,” I tell her as I continue grinding against her.
“You’re awfully confident, aren’t you?” she says with mischief in her voice.
“I’ve made it a personal goal of mine to learn every single thing that turns you on, everything that makes you whimper, so yeah, I feel pretty confident.” My voice is so low, I barely recognize it.
Her smirk tells me she thinks I’m joking, but I studied every little thing she did last night in that bed, took note of every change in tempo, every swirl of her fingers against her clit. And I plan to show her exactly how studious I am.
I slide my dick against her again, and the realization that I don’t have a condom slams into me like a freight train.
“Shit.”
Her eyes refocus on me with a question on her face.
“I don’t have a condom with me. I didn’t think this was even remotely in the realm of happening.”
