Big. Heavily aroused. A wide, long cock surged toward her. A fantastically muscled, tatted body. An eager dick that promised an incredible ride.
Her nipples ached. Her sex quivered.
And he strode into the shower. Pulled the glass door shut behind him and stood underneath the heavy fall of water.
Good show, indeed. Her heart raced, her body tingled in all the best ways, and Simone realized that fair was truly fair.
She rose from the tub. The water poured from her body. As if sensing the movement, Ryan craned back around. She could have grabbed a towel to cover herself, but what would have been the point in that?
Fair was fair.
“Look anywhere,” Simone told him, raising her voice to be sure he could hear her over the thunder of the shower, “but at my eyes.”
The water and a few bubbles slid down her body as she climbed from the tub. Her feet touched the ultra-soft, ultra-thick bath rug that waited. Ryan angled his body fully toward her. She felt his gaze like a hot, sensual touch on her skin.
Her feet edged closer to him so that she stood in front of the closed shower door. No hiding for her. Just standing right there. Offering him the full show.
He moved closer to the glass door, too. Big, strong body. So powerful. Only the thin glass separated them. She really hated that glass because if it wasn’t there, then maybe he’d be touching her.
What are you doing, Simone? The last bit of her rational self seemed to scream from somewhere deep inside. Grab a towel. Put on a robe. Get out of here.
But…
No one had ever protected her the way he had. No one had ever fought so fiercely for her.
And she’d never wanted someone quite as much.
“It’s a shame that door is between us,” she whispered. Low words. He probably couldn’t make them out. Not with the roar of the water. “Because I’d rather you be touching me.” Her right hand rose, skimmed down her chest. Over her stomach.
He tensed behind the door.
Down her hand went. Her thighs parted.
“Simone.”
Her fingers slid between her legs. Feathered over her clit. “I bet it would feel so much better if you touched me.”
He ripped open the door. Jumped onto the rug right in front of her. Ryan grabbed Simone and hauled her against him. His mouth crashed onto hers. Her mouth was open, eager. Her lips and tongue waiting for him because hunger and lust consumed her.
She felt his hand slide away from her hip. It angled between them. His broad, wet fingers pushed between her legs. Over her clit. Stroked her even as he dipped into?—
Something was ringing. No, pealing? Like…
Her mouth tore from his. “What is that sound? Bells?”
His fingers raked over her clit.
She shuddered. Her knees almost gave way. Her body was on the edge, way too tight and needy.
But she was hearing the freaking bells again.
He stroked her, harder, more demanding.
A moan broke from her even as her hands clamped around his shoulders. “There are bells! It’s an alarm or—ah, yes! It’s…something.”
His head lifted. His eyes were almost blind with lust. Burning dark.
“Ryan?”
