“Yes,” she breathed. A heady sense of power filtered through her when she realized Cason was waiting for her to give the orders. “Turn it on. Get in. Watch me undress through the glass while I watch you get soaked.”
Lord. Even thinking about his body, slick and wet, her tongue licking away the droplets, before she tasted him a little further south, almost induced a spontaneous orgasm on the spot.
Watching him comply with her orders and get in, get that water pumping, and move to stand under the spray, was even hotter than her mini fantasy and the orders she’d issued in the first place.
Noemi hopped down off the sink. Cason’s eyes stayed on her the whole time, heating up her skin like his touch did. It was amazing, that he could make her feel that way, like she was hurtling and flying, like she was being turned inside out, like she was stripped bare when she still had her clothes on.
Those fiery blues kept staring while the water sluiced over him.
She’d never in her life stripped off her clothes while another person watched. Okay, not watched her like this. Her hands shook as she gripped the hem of her dress and tugged it over her head. It was stretchy, so it went easily. She stood in a matching set of red lace. The set was something she’d packed hastily, but when she’d found it, she hadn’t thanked her lucky stars or anything. On the cab ride over she hadn’t thought that Cason was ever going to see them.
Sooooo maybe she’d hoped. Was that illegal? Hoped and planned were two very different things.
Slowly, like she actually knew how to give a proper strip show, or at least be coy and sexy, she unhooked her bra from behind her back and let it fall away. Cason’s eyes darkened and his jaw ticked. She couldn’t believe that a man who look like he did was attracted to her. That he actually liked what he saw. She should be the one thanking him for existing, but he was looking at her like he wouldn’t mind devouring her all over again.
And that was before she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, which were soaked for a second, third? fourth? time in the same evening, and slid them down her legs.
She stood there facing Cason, the only thing separating them the glass wall of the shower. His eyes branded her as they swept over her body. They settled on her breasts, which she thought were average. She was a B cup at best, but she’d never wanted to have big boobs. They were annoying, for the most part. She guessed that right about now would be the only time she’d actually enjoy them, but Cason looked at her like he was more than happy with what he saw.
His eyes swiveled lower, down the flat planes of her belly, over the gentle curl of her hips, down her slender legs. She’d always thought her legs were a little too long and thin, her knees too knobby. She wasn’t a short woman. She was five nine, just about taller than her ex. He’d never let her forget it. He hated that she wasn’t just a few inches shorter.
Cason’s eyes lit up and they flicked back up and settled on her sex. She was hairless except for a small strip, though why she’d kept it up after Rob, who used to bug her mercilessly about always being shaved, she wasn’t sure.
It was all worth it to watch Cason’s beautiful deep cherry red tongue sweep out of his mouth to wet his lips. The very same lips that were on her earlier. That tasted like whisky and underneath, the hint of her musk.
He watched her like a predatory animal about to strike and take her down. She moved slowly, fully aware that once she got in that shower there was no turning back for her.
She’d like to think that way. Really, she knew that the second she got in the backseat of that cab and let it take her over to the stranger’s house, the very stranger who she’d been burning for all day since they’d met, she was done.
As soon as she opened the glass door, Cason stepped aside, letting the shower’s spray hit her. It was warm and felt like heaven sluicing down her body. Cason pressed himself nearly up against the glass, making room for her in the small space.
She didn’t wait for him to have seconds thoughts, because she was beyond sure. She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached out, wrapping her small hand around his massive girth. He was scalding, like molten velvet. She ran her index finger along the veins in his shaft, exploring him in a way that she couldn’t believe she was bold enough to do. Apparently, the new Noemi liked to take her time with strangers who were so hot they were out of her league. Apparently, the new Noemi didn’t care. He wasn’t doing her a favor. This wasn’t a pity fuck. He actually found her attractive. Maybe she was the one who had seen herself as less than adequate all along. Maybe the new Noemi would look at herself a little differently too.