Drake shook his head. “Assholes.”
“The kitchen window looks out onto the street. We saw you and your woman get out of your truck. Don’t worry. Ms. Dottie’s cool as long as you don’t get the bedsprings squeaking.”
More laughter sounded, and footsteps moved away.
Drake entered the room, closed the door and gave her a crooked grin. “You heard them. You could have had a glass of damned fine Scotch whiskey.”
She closed the distance between them, reached around Drake and twisted the lock on the doorknob.
Then she stood in front of him. “I’m not interested in drinking scotch with your friends.” She pulled his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans.
Drake gripped her arms and stopped her there. “Sweetheart, I want to hold you so badly I hurt. But I need a shower before we go any further.”
“Perfect. So do I.” She pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it across the sofa by the window. Then she dragged his T-shirt over his head.
He tossed it aside and reached for the button on her jeans, flicking it through the hole. Then he eased the zipper down and slipped his hand inside to cup her sex.
Her breath hitched as bursts of electricity zipped through her, making her body tingle. Her breathing grew ragged, and her need more urgent.
When she tried to loosen the button on his jeans, she fumbled. Drake brushed her fingers aside, flicked the button free, dropped the zipper and stepped out of his jeans.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and down her arms.
His eyes flared as he dragged her jeans over her hips and downward until they pooled around her ankles, and she stepped free, kicking them aside.
Then he scooped her into his arms and strode across the room into the bathroom.
Setting her on her feet, he reached into the shower, turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When it was warm enough, he took her hand and stepped beneath the spray, bringing her with him.
Cassie poured shampoo into her hand, built the lather, and then rubbed it into his hair. The suds slithered over his shoulders and across his chest.
Her hands followed, sliding over every inch, exploring hard muscles encased in smooth skin. As the soap carried away the dust of his day’s work, she pushed him beneath the spray, letting it rinse away the bubbles.
She poured body wash into her palm and worked it across his torso, moving downward to the hardened evidence of his desire.
Cassie circled her hands around his cock, reveling in how long, thick and hard it was. She wanted him. Inside her. Soon.
But first…her hands moved up and down his length in a slow, steady rhythm. When all the soap had washed away, Cassie dropped to her knees in front of him. The shower’s spray peppered her face and head as she touched her tongue to the tip of his shaft and drew a line around the rim. She wrapped her lips around him and flicked the tiny hole, teasing and licking.
Drake dug his hands into her damp hair, his fingers pressing into her scalp.
Cassie gripped his buttocks and pulled him close, taking his cock into her mouth and swallowing as much as she could of him until he bumped against the back of her throat.
He held still for a long moment and then slid back out.
She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue and then tightened her hold around his hips and pulled him back into her mouth. Then back out and back in until he took over and set the pace.
Cassie’s fingers dug into his ass, holding on as he pumped in and out, increasing the speed and intensity with every stroke.
His muscles tightened, and his breathing grew labored.
Cassie loved that she was driving him to the edge of his control.
Drake pulled free, lifted Cassie to her feet and turned her into the shower’s spray. “Your turn.”
“But you’re not there.”
“I want to make this last a little longer. Let me please you.” He squirted shampoo into his hand and massaged it into her scalp. Then he followed the bubbles over her shoulders and across her collarbone to her breasts. With the body wash, he lathered each breast, massaging them gently and then rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they hardened into tight little buttons.