“Not why I hissed.” Jeff glanced pointedly between them. His erection now pointed due north, quite unabashedly. “That brush feels really good.”
“Apparently.”
“Don’t,” he said when she threatened to crown his pride and joy in red.
She laughed. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”
“You done yet?”
She added a couple more finishing touches. “Now I am.”
Once she’d reorganized her easel and cleaned off her brush, she led him into the adjoining small bathroom so they could check themselves out in the mirror on the back of the door.
“You painted a smiley-faced daisy on my chest,” he said, astonished. “With a little sun and clouds.” He tipped his head sideways. “Those are clouds, right?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I like flowers.” She turned around and let out a laugh at the twin smiles on her butt. “More smiley faces. We’re just a happy pair tonight.”
“Apparently,” he said, echoing her earlier reply with a grin.
He tugged her into his arms and covered her lips with his, sliding his tongue deep in one silky motion. She sucked on him lightly, arching her body against his so she could feel every inch of the hard cock trapped between them. He pulled her even closer, mashing her breasts to his chest in his quest to eliminate all distance between them.
Soft strokes and tender words of praise might’ve made her suspicious but his rough manner helped her to trust him. What she saw was what she got with Jeff Maddox. And what she saw, she liked. A lot.
Reaching down, she followed the urge to stroke him while their mouths made slow, slumberous love. The kind she’d almost forgotten to crave.
After a couple of moments they pulled apart, breathing hard, and he tapped his chest. “Well, look at that. Didn’t smear.”
“Fast-drying paint.”
“I love preschool teachers.” He wound his fingers through her curls, pulling gently while their kisses resumed. “I also love shower sex,” he added between rounds.
“Do you?” She rubbed her finger over his damp lips, shivering when he drew the tip between his teeth. “Never had it.”
“No way.”
She shrugged. “Lon said the shower wasn’t big enough for both of us.”
Jeff braced his hand on the wall and shook his head. “One thing about him was huge, I have to agree. He’s an enormous dick. Enormous.”
“Nope. I can put that rumor to rest. So…not.”
He laughed, eyes lighting suggestively. “Sounds like it’s time to prove how wrong he was.”
It felt so wonderful to laugh with him. “Please do.”
“What else have you never had?” he asked as he opened the frosted glass door.
“Hmm.” She pretended to think. “Multiple orgasms, at least without a couple hours’ break between. Sometimes twenty-four hours.”
“That’s not a break. That’s a full stop.” Jeff led her into the shower and shut the door, caging her against the tile wall without turning on the water. “Don’t worry, it’ll be an easy fix.”
Then he set about licking and nibbling her throat, marking her skin without thought to modesty or anything else she worried about entirely too much. Somehow she doubted he ever concerned himself with how things looked.
She hadn’t dated after Lon left for just that reason. The fear of the whore label had kept her firmly off the market. One of the other teachers—a decent guy—had asked her out repeatedly but she’d refused. Keeping up appearances had always mattered more than what she wanted. But before tonight, she’d never wanted like this.
Somehow he’d flipped some switch inside her she’d been too set in her ways to flip on her own. She could only be thankful she’d encountered him while she still had a chance of turning things around.
He palmed her breast, squeezing it in time with the movements of his thigh between her legs. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body already climbing for that pinnacle she’d reached not that long ago. But she wanted more. He’d promised her multiple orgasms were hers for the asking and she couldn’t wait to prove him right.