“I’m sorry I made you leave early.” She sounds contrite.
“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t having much fun. Don’t think you were either.” I start to laugh. “This is way more enjoyable.”
“I’m glad someone is enjoying it,” she teases.
“You still feel sick?”
“No, not really. I actually feel a lot better. Thank God Addie gave me some mouthwash to swish around after she found me. There’s nothing grosser, if you know what I mean,” she explains.
I make a face. “I hate throwing up.”
“Yeah. Same.”
“Why do you think you got so sick?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs, the sudsy, soapy water sliding down her back. “I must’ve—ate something that didn’t agree with me.”
“Diane says you can’t handle your liquor.”
Jensen turns so she’s facing me, her skin glistening, soapy bubbles clinging to her breasts. She looks straight out of every teen fantasy I’ve ever had. “She thought I was drunk?”
“She implied it.” I start shedding my clothes, unable to stop myself. Fuck it, I’m joining her. I won’t try anything, but I want to touch her skin. Wash her hair.
“I had maybe two glasses,” she mumbles, grabbing the bar soap and rubbing it over her body.
For once in my life, I’m jealous of a bar of soap. “I told her that too. She’s such a bitch sometimes.”
Jensen doesn’t say a word as I open the shower door and step inside, the warm water hitting my skin and making me close my eyes. I scoot closer to the showerhead and douse myself, reaching out to grab her waist when I sense she’s trying to leave. “Stay,” I tell her.
“I’m sick.”
I open my eyes to find her watching me, blatant hunger in her gaze. “Really? You still feel nauseous?”
She slowly shakes her head as she reaches out and settles her hands on my chest. “I think it was a one-shot thing.”
“Yeah, it probably was.” I touch her breasts. Thumb her nipples, making them hard.
“I’m probably fine now.” She’s touching my dick, stroking it, and I bite back a groan at her firm touch.
“I bet you are,” I practically growl, grabbing her so I can press her back against the shower wall. She goes with me willingly, her long legs wrapping around my waist, the heels of her feet digging into my ass. “Are you okay with this?” I ask her, my gaze meeting hers as I slowly thrust against her.
The water streams down her face and she bites her lower lip, looking sexy as fuck. “Definitely okay,” she murmurs.
I kiss her, my tongue seeking and finding hers. She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers sinking into my hair as I continue to devour her. We haven’t had sex in a shower yet, and I’ve always thought it was overrated.
But sex with Jensen anywhere is pretty fucking great. Within minutes I’m slipping inside her hot, tight body, closing my eyes against the blissful onslaught of sensation. No woman has ever made me feel the way Jensen does. The sex keeps getting better and better.
She’s ruining me for any other woman, I swear.
Once we’re done in the shower, we towel each other off, and I notice how sleepy she looks. We climb into bed wearing nothing at all, the two of us snuggling in close, the lights off and the house quiet since Chad is gone for the holiday weekend.
It’s barely nine o’clock at night.
“I could fall asleep just like this,” Jensen says, her voice light, as are her fingers as she quietly strokes my chest. “Who knew having sex after getting sick is such a cure-all?”
“Sex cures all ailments,” I tell her, stroking her arm. “Just call me Dr. Rhett.”
“Oh God.” She starts to laugh. “That was super cheesy.”