“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” she asked, tongue flicking out to wet her lips. “You’re like…” She gestured at his body, eyes wide. “Crazy hot. All those muscles. Those massive arms.” Her eyes dipped again, and her voice lowered. “That massive—”
“Okay,” he interrupted, because if she finished that sentence the way he’d feared she would, he might bust himself right there and embarrass the both of them. He was burning up, and needed to get things under control. Generally, he was good at that, but he seemed to struggle where she was concerned. “We need to even this up. Your turn.”
She slipped out of her tank top, which left her in a crisscrossing sports bra. Hands fisted at his sides, Michael watched as she unfastened the clips, loosened it, and lifted it over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. She was golden brown everywhere, and perfectly shaped, as he’d known she would be.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Let’s get to the bathroom before we take anything else off.” If she removed her yoga pants, he was a goner, and he wanted to at least make it into the water before their first time. Hell, he’d prefer if their first time was in an actual bed. He’d certainly waited long enough, considering the years he’d watched her with Wesley, wishing he could call her his own.
She led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then swiveled to face him, hitched her thumbs into her waistband, and shimmied the remainder of her clothing off. He swallowed. Her legs were long and toned, her stomach flat and firm, and when she cast a sly smile over her shoulder and stepped under the stream of water, her butt was a rounded bubble beneath a dimpled lower back.
Holy. Shit.
“Are you going to join me, or what?” she asked, water sluicing over her body.
He shucked his shorts and underwear so quickly he nearly tripped and face-planted. She laughed, a husky, joyous sound, but the moment his hands landed on her, she stopped laughing. He ran them along her curves and hollows, tracing her contours. She stilled, and gazed up at him, eyes dark. He claimed her mouth, and her lips parted on a gasp. He took advantage of the opportunity to taste her. She was as addictive as he’d expected, and he knew he’d be hooked on her from here on out.
The kiss dragged on, a deep and thorough exploration, until she broke it off to lave kisses down the side of his neck, biting into the fleshy part of his shoulder when she reached the bottom. He shuddered, his erection bobbing against his abdomen. She ground into him, and he dropped his head back and stared sightlessly up. They were going too fast. If they didn’t slow down, he wouldn’t give her a favorable impression of his stamina.
Time to take control. Slipping his hand between her thighs, he cupped her sex and slicked two fingers through her wet heat. She stopped teasing him, grasped his shoulders, and pressed closer.
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, craning his neck to watch the flicker of expressions across her face. His fingers stroked, played, and coaxed whimpers from her. Hearing those, his balls drew up, his dick desperate to be inside her, but he held off. Instead, he backed her against the wall, redirected the shower head, and sank to his knees. He covered her with his mouth. She bucked against him, but he held firm, licking and kissing and showing her everything she’d have with him from now on if only she’d invite him into her heart.
“Oh God, oh God,oh—” She stretched onto her tiptoes, straining closer, fingernails digging into his shoulders as she came against his mouth. He was relentless, refusing to release her until she was sated and boneless, at which point he got to his feet and took her in his arms, smoothing his hand down her back soothingly.
“Wow,” she said, with a soft laugh. “Congratulations, that’s the first orgasm anyone other than myself has given me in six years.”
He stilled. Had he heard her right? “There hasn’t been anyone?”
“No,” she confirmed. “Just you.”
Well, damned if that didn’t make him feel like a king.
A very aroused king, with a pulsing hard-on that demanded attention.
It could wait.
After ensuring she could stand on her own, he backed off and grabbed a bar of soap, which he lathered on his hands and rubbed down her arms. With gentle touches, he soaped her front, then turned her around and gave her back a thorough wash. He massaged between her shoulder blades and pressed his thumbs into the muscles of her lower back. Tenderness welled within him—a sensation unlike any he’d felt before—and he gathered her close and cocooned her in his embrace, pressing a kiss to her temple.
A sigh gusted from her, and she rotated in his arms, took the soap from him, slicked it between her palms, and settled them on his chest. Her clever hands stroked him the way he’d done to her, and by the time they reached his thighs, he was quivering with need. Desire raged within him. She touched him, caressing his hard length, her fingers deftly working up and down.
His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned. “That feels so damn amazing.”
“Good,” she purred, nipping at the cords of his throat, then dropping her mouth to his shoulder. He was going to have hickeys after this, but no one had any reason to see them, and even if they did, it would be worth it. He was relaxing into her ministrations when abruptly, she stopped. A moment later, the water shut off. “I think you’re clean now.”
“I… what?” Blinking blearily, he tried to understand what she was saying. A chill swept over him. Were they done?
She grinned wickedly and tossed him a towel. “Dry off and we’ll take this to the bedroom.”
“Oh, right.” Thank freaking God. With a few brisk movements, he dried himself, and she did the same, then they raced to her room. Briefly, it occurred to him that Wesley would be waiting at home, and perhaps he ought to feel guilty for being naked with his brother’s ex given the circumstances, but he shoved the thought to the back of his mind. He caught her, grabbed her by the waist, and tossed her onto the bed, landing on top of her and settling between her thighs.
“I want you,” he said.
She kissed him. “You have me.”
Reaching between them, she grabbed the head of his dick and dragged it through her folds. They both groaned. She pumped her hand, and he latched onto her mouth, rocking against her, driving her higher.
“I want inside you,” he murmured, then froze. “Ah, fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
To his surprise, she smiled. “I do. Bedside cabinet.”