Page 469 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

his hard stomach,

his waist,

sliding around his hips,

dipping down his spine,

into his jeans and boxers,

his ass, pressing him into me.

He peels his sweatshirt and undershirt off his body fast at once, only breaking our kiss long enough to lift it over his head.

His elbows slam into the tile, his mouth slams back into mine, the soaked clothes still tangled around his forearms and wrists above our heads.

The shower beats against his back,

water running down the center of him,

collecting at his waistband.

I grab his jaw, kiss him deeper,

pull his chest flush to mine,

pull a groan out of him.

The sweatshirt and shirt slap the tile at our feet.

His hands come over my face.

Mine slide down his body,

landing on his waistband, pausing.

“Allison,”

he breathes hot into my mouth.

“Lower.”

My fingers work fast, unbuckling,

unbuttoning,

unzipping,

jeans dragging,

cock flashing.

Every inch, fucking starved for me.

Then he hoists me into his arms,

my legs wrapping around him,

my back slamming against tile.