“How’s the water pressure?” he asked, digging through a box for his fluffiest towel, the new ones he had bought a few weeks before with her in mind.
“Good. Actually, it’s better than my apartment’s. But you knew it was good because you checked it before buying the house. Or at least, that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“I might have forgotten to do that. But at least I got lucky, and it’s good.”
She stuck her head out and looked at him, her brown hair wet against her head and water droplets still clinging to her eyelashes.
Instead of handing her the towel, he unfolded it and held it open for her. For a moment, he thought she would ignore him and stay in the shower, wet forever. But then he closed his eyes to encourage her into his arms.
A few seconds later, she was in the towel, in his arms, lecturing, “Did you at least have the roof and foundation checked? Maybe that was why Ruth wasn’t interested in the house. Bad foundation.”
He opened his eyes as he ran the towel over her “pink from the shower” back and arms and argued with her. “The foundation looked fine. And the roof was new not that long ago.”
“But you didn’t hire someone? You just bought a house that might fall into the ground?”
With subtle hand movements, he turned her in his arms until she was facing him, then ran the towel over her stomach, chest, and arms. Lingering maybe a little longer than he had in the back. “There hasn’t been one house in this town that has ever just fallen to the ground.” He dried her face and then used the towel to dry her hair, leaving her entire body naked for his eyes to enjoy.
“The one next door is gone,” she said when the towel was finally off her face and head.
“Other issues, I’m sure.” Taking her in, he wasn’t about to admit not having any idea about why it was torn down.
“You forgot my legs.” She reached for the towel.
Not letting her have it, he sank to his knees in front of her, looking up at her as he ran the towel over her left leg. Her breathing was rigid, and she had stopped talking. “Have I ever told you how much I love your legs?” He ran the towel over the right one, then lifted her foot so that it was resting on his thigh.
Her head just shook as she watched him caress the towel up her inner thigh. As he slid it over her core to run down the other leg, he felt her toe curl into his leg. His heart was beating faster because she was as turned on as he was.
“Rafferty, are you going to shower?” Her voice was husky as she leaned back slightly and braced her hands on the vanity behind her. Her foot didn’t move from his thigh. The action just exposed more of her to him.
Dropping the towel, he didn’t answer; instead, he kissed a water droplet he had missed from her inner thigh, making her suck in a breath sharply. But she didn’t move.
Tracing the path of water with his tongue, he ran his hands from her ankles up her legs. His own body was screaming for release, but he had waited so long for Mia that he would go at a snail’s pace in order not to scare her.
His tongue slid to her inner thigh and headed to where he wanted to be. Dreamed of being. But just as he was about to hit home, he paused and looked up at her. Her pupils were dilated to the point he couldn’t tell their color anymore, and her lower lip was firmly between her teeth.
Knowing she wanted him too was heady, and though he knew she was interested on some level, he hadn’t been as sure that she wanted to be here. Being drunk and wanting sex with him was one thing, but she was most definitely sober right now. And she still wanted him.
But he wanted her begging.
Skipping over her core to her other inner thigh, she actually growled deep in her throat, something he had never heard before.
“Are you dry yet, Mia?” he asked, his eyes on her swollen sex that was soaking wet and just at eye level.
“No,” she said on exhale.
“Do you want me to finish?” he asked, needing to hear her say it.
“Please, Rafferty, please,” she begged him.
That was all he needed before he turned all his attention to her beautiful pussy. Running his tongue from back to front made her moan, so he did it again, causing the same reaction, only she included a few choice curse words during her prayer to the lord.
Hands on her thighs, he continued until after the fifth time, where he ended by focusing all his concentration on her clit, running his tongue over and around it as her body started to shake more and more under his hands, and she became more vocal.
Rafferty knew she was on the edge of her orgasm. She was far more vocal than she had been at sixteen, and he loved the new dirty talk. It was turning him on far more than he should be letting it.
Slipping two fingers into her hot center was all it took to take her over the edge. Her mouth didn’t stop as her body pulsed around his fingers, and he continued to use his tongue and lips to keep her orgasm going until she was begging him to stop.
Kissing his way up her body, he stopped to spend a few moments at each breast. Still amazing. He swore he would spend more time with them later. But for now, he waited for her breathing to slow before he kissed her.