"It was a total fluke," he said, taking another sip of coffee as he leaned against the tile wall. "I'm not going to be outlawyered by Sam Waterston."
"But he has that sexy silver hair thing going on," she said, with a chuckle. "You have a few years before you get that advantage."
"Uh-huh."
Setting his coffee on the counter, he opened the shower door. As the steam billowed out around him, she s
aw his T-shirt was sweat-stained over his Nike running shorts. Geoff pushed himself hard when he ran. Too hard. Chris told him he was destroying his knees, but Sam knew it wouldn't change anything. Geoff didn't know how to do anything less than a hundred and fifty percent. Looking at the damp hair clinging to his nape, the light sheen of perspiration on his muscled arms, her routine concerns were nudged aside by vivid memories from last night. She wondered what he'd do if she leaned against the shower wall to start pleasuring herself again. Would his hand close over her wrist, twist it behind her back as he stepped into the shower and made it clear her pleasure was his to demand?
"Want me to show you why it works better for the killer the way I suggested?" he asked. "Close your eyes and tilt your head back under the spray like you just did. Stay that way so you can't hear or see anything."
Obediently, she did as he ordered. She anticipated his touch, her body tense and eager, but it didn't come. She couldn't hear anything with the drumming of the water around her, so she didn't know if he was still watching her or . . .
She gasped as he twisted her face-first against the shower wall, pinning his now fully naked body against hers. He had his hand on her wrist just like she'd imagined, bending her arm behind her back to hold her there as he dipped his head and pressed a kiss with the sharp cut of his teeth against her throat. His cock slid between her thighs as he bent his knees to insinuate it there, rub it against her pussy.
"I better not ever come back and catch you touching what's mine without permission," he growled against her throat. "Your climaxes belong to me, Samantha Beth. Every damn one of them."
Wow. No hesitation about pushing the Dom card this morning. A moment ago she couldn't have guessed how she'd react to Geoff telling her she couldn't masturbate unless he said so, but with that intimidating growl in her ear, she only had one response.
"Yes sir."
"Totally defenseless in this shower. At my mercy, aren't you?"
"Yes . . ." She swallowed a moan as he flipped her around and lifted her in one effortless motion. Once he parted her labia to get him past the nonlubricating effect of the shower water, he found what she already knew: that her cunt was slippery for him. He impaled her on his unsheathed cock in a slow slide down the wall, one arm cinched around her hips, the other cradling her head, fingers tangled tight in her hair. She contracted on him tightly. He hadn't let her wipe the water out of her eyes, so she had to keep them closed as if she were blindfolded.
"I was just thinking about you being inside me without a condom," she said hoarsely.
"All I did on my run was think about fucking you just that way. I thought about you, so sweet and soft in my bed. Thought about waking you with my mouth between your legs, getting you nice and slick for my cock. Thought about tying you down and fucking you a couple of different times before feeding you breakfast and starting all over again." He thrusted, punctuating the idea, and she gripped his shoulders.
"You'd be late for work."
"It'd be worth it. You left some scratches on me last night. I liked it, but I guess I'll have to punish you for that. Abusing your Master."
She almost smiled, but more urgent things were taking precedence. Immediate precedence. "Geoff . . ." It came out as a helpless gasp. She dropped her head back as the climax roared up on her. It was as if her dreams had built her back up to this point even before she woke, so the needs and feelings were just as strong as they had been last night.
"Yeah, I'm there, too. Come for me, Sam."
She went over clinging to his shoulders, her arms wrapped tight around them as he hammered her against the tile, all while keeping his arm at her waist and hand at her head to protect her from the hard wall behind her. It was a mix of physical demand and emotional care that undid her entirely, especially when he released inside her, bathing her channel with hot streams of semen. She moaned, pushed into additional aftershocks, and he uttered a reverent curse against her ear. Dipping his head, he set his teeth to the cord in her shoulder, clamping tightly on it as he finished, holding her fast. She'd never had a man do something like that, his claim upon her attention and flesh almost more fierce when he finished than when he'd started, as if the coupling only spurred his need to possess, to keep her so close that their hearts thudded together.
Eventually, he pulled out and let her slide back down to stand on her own feet, but he kept a steadying grip on her as he braced an arm against the shower wall. Wiping the water from her eyes, she looked up at him. His hair was wet and tousled around his face, droplets of water hitting his shoulders and bouncing, other rivulets streaming down his chest and arms. She traced his lips and jaw, and lifted on to her toes to ask for a kiss. Granting her wish, he pressed her back against the wall and captured her mouth in hungry response. Her hands slid down his back and came to rest on the rise of his buttocks, her fingers itching to knead and squeeze.
"May I . . . touch you?" With her fingers stroking where they were stroking, it was clear what she was asking. She'd never thought to ask a lover such a question, but what she needed from Geoff was different. She let intuition guide her.
He gazed down at her, looking bemused. When he nodded, she molded her hands over his backside, fingers following the seam, pressing into muscled flesh. "You have a gorgeous ass," she said, and earned a flash of those teeth.
"I like yours way better than mine."
She slid her hands back to his hips and curled her fingers there. "You looked pensive when I asked you if I could touch you. Have you ever had a lover who was like me? A submissive?"
She held her breath, releasing it when he shook his head. Seeing it, he touched her face in amused reproof.
"Fishing again, and possessive." He ducked his head under the water to slick his hair down fully, and she let her hands roam over his chest, his sides, up over his armpits to his biceps and back down again. When he opened his eyes again, he settled his arms around her and pressed her against the corner, brushing his lips against her cheekbone, nudging her chin to the left so he could kiss her neck, give her a quick nip before he raised his head, studying her with the water drumming against his back, the steam and heat of his body keeping her warm.
"I've had Dom cravings most my life. Took me a while to figure out what they were, learn how to speak and act on them in the right way. I've gone to a few parties, visited a couple of clubs and done a session or two, but the spontaneity of the occasional hookup isn't really set up for deeper stuff. You can do a little spanking or tie someone up, but what you just did, Sam . . ."
The look in his eyes sharpened, making her breath catch as his lips firmed, pressing drops of water between them. He bent his head to apply that moisture to her throat, the rush of the water forming an even more private bubble around them. "The way you hold so still when I do that, pressing your cheek to the tile, exposing your throat, the way you tremble in my arms . . . Fuck, I have no idea how I managed to wait this long to do this. Maybe because I didn't let myself imagine it would work this way between us so easily. If I had, this might have happened way too soon."
In her current position, she thought the second they'd met wouldn't have been soon enough. Just toss Anthony out of her building and get right to it.