“And about to be a lot nicer?” I tease.
He rasps out a low chuckle and tugs gently on my earlobe. “Will you still think it’s nice if I leave you feeling me for days?”
I bite my bottom lip as a moan sounds from the back of my throat. “It’d be… sufficient.”
“Hmm?” The calloused feel of his palm slides down my abdomen to the juncture between my legs. “Just sufficient?”
“I’m giving you some wiggle room out of the generosity of my heart,” I explain. “I don’t want to set the bar too high, given your penchant for performance issues—” A shriek rips from me when he pinches my nipple sharply with his other hand. My eyes snap open to meet his narrowed gaze.
“I donothave performance issues,” he grunts. The edge of his lips twitches, and it echoes in the beat of my heart. I can’t stop the matching grin from appearing on my face. “Let me prove it to you.”
“Yes, please,” I breathe out, a quiet gasp catching in my chest when his fingers hook around the band of my panties.
“Quick sidebar,” he says. “Do these cost a day’s paycheck?”
“No?” My brow furrows. “I’m pretty sure I got it on sale.”
“Then I’ll reimburse you.” Without warning, he rips the lace in half. My mouth parts in shock momentarily before a moan overtakes me as his thumb finds my clit.
On instinct, I cling to his shoulders as he backs us into the shower wall. With one of my legs hitched around his waist, his thighs have me pinned in place. Swiveling my hips, I rock my pussy against his hand, desperate for the sweet friction he’s providing me with.
Blazing heat courses through my bloodstream; my whole body alight with need.
As his thumb teases me with featherlight strokes, I can feel the intensity of his gaze on my face. My lips. My breasts. It’s as if he’s trying to memorize every little detail of my body.
Swallowing roughly, I slip my hand down his chest, past his navel, rewarded with a soft groan the moment my fingers wrap around his cock. He’s hot and hard, and the string of incoherent words coming from him sounds a lot like a prayer in Spanglish as I pump him in my fist.
His head cants forward, forehead creasing slightly in concentration. Our eyes lock. His mouth parts with a deep moan.
“Barbie,” he rasps. “We need to shower.”
“Do we?” I’d much rather we stick to the currently scheduled program of getting each other off via third base and letting it spiral from there.
“We do if we want to take this any further.” Before I can open my mouth to protest, he forges on. “Shower sex is not fun.”
“Then what are we doing?”
“Foreplay.” His mouth lands on the tip of my ear, his fingertips digging into the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “When I fuck you tonight, I want you more than ready for me.” His words are a rough promise. “Does that work for you, Barbie?”
My grip almost slips from his cock as scorching heat settles heavily under my skin. “God.Yes. It so works for me.”
Between sneaky kisses, stolen touches, and spraying each other with handfuls of foamy soap every other minute, it’s a surprise we somehow manage to scrub ourselves clean before the night ends. Or that our bodies aren’t too pruney by the time the water’s turned off.
We stagger out of the shower, practically skin-to-skin, as we stumble into the bathroom counter. Cold granite touches the small of my back, and I stiffen with a yelp.
He blindly yanks one towel off the rack, and I burst into a giggle that twists into an ungodly snorting sound when he hooks it around me and pulls me even closer to him.
One of his muscular thighs wedges between my legs. His erection is hard to ignore when it’s incessantly poking my stomach. Crinkling lines form around his eyes as we exchange wide grins.
Neither of us speaks. My heartbeat thrums in my ears the longer we look at each other.
“Nervous?” he asks after a few beats, breaking the silence.
“Not at all,” I answer truthfully, beaming even brighter as I take the towel from him and pat myself dry. “You?”
“No,” he replies just as quickly. “There’s this girl in front of me who’s very gorgeous and enthusiastic and funny and wet and naked—I can’t help but feel excited.”
“You do feel very excited,” I observe teasingly, tilting my head as my gaze dips to the point of contact between our bodies. “Very,veryexcited.”
