‘Go and have your shower, Nina,’ he ordered thickly. ‘For both our sakes. You need to warm up, take the edge off a shattering experience so you can really think about what you’re doing.’
She let him push her away, but she felt his shuddering reluctance and knew that she hadn’t lost the battle.
‘I’m not shattered,’ she said softly. ‘Maybe I should be, but I’m not. I feel lighter, freer. If anything, I’m thinking more clearly about myself than I have for a long time.’ She crossed her arms, gripping the bottom of her fleece jumper and pulled it swiftly over her head, taking with it her woollen skivvy and nylon camisole, leaving her upper body bare but for a lacy emerald bra, a shade darker than her sultry eyes.
She shook her clinging clothes down off her arms, aware of her breasts shimmering enticingly against the low-cut scalloping of lace. The hot caress of his gaze and the quickened tenor of his ragged breathing increased the tempo of her own pulse. She touched the tiny, pearl-centred bow between the wired cups, drawing his attention to the insecurity of the catch, then toyed with one strap, running her finger back and forth underneath it before teasing it slowly off her shoulder.
‘I’ll go and have a shower because it seems you need time to decide what you really want,’ she said throatily, doing the same slow tease with the other strap and bringing her arms forward to wrap across her soft abdomen, deepening the shadowy crevice between her creamy breasts, her fingers splaying over her silky-bare sides. ‘But I’ll be thinking of you while I’m in there, thinking and wanting, and waiting….’
Nina tilted her face in voluptuous appreciation as the hot water poured down over the top of her head, streaming over her eyes and ears and mouth, rendering her blind, deaf and dumb to the rest of the world. She didn’t know how long she’d been in there and she no longer cared, her mind floating blissfully free, her steaming body massaged by the tingling needles of spray.
The only warning she had was a faint fan of cool air across her back, and then a big body crowded into the stall behind her, joining her under the wide stream of water, a thick arm snaking around her waist and pulling her back against a nude, hairy male body, already powerfully aroused. Sharp teeth sank into her wet shoulder and a strong hand came around to knead her breasts as his thick shaft settled along the cleft in her bottom. She wriggled her hips and the hand on her breast contracted.
‘I knew you’d come,’ she whispered.
‘We’re both going to come, babe.’ The furry growl in her ear made her insides turn to warm honey. ‘Hand me the soap.’
‘I’ve already—’
‘Shut up and hand me the soap.’ His order carried a sexual aggressiveness that she found intensely exciting. She had driven him to this and now she was more than willing to accept that she was no longer in control.
She had already soaped herself, but not like this…never like this…not with such intimate attention to detail, not as if each individual pore and singing nerve ending deserved special cleansing. He sucked the water off the lobes of her ears and the sides of her neck in between his soft nips across her shoulders, his soapy fingers slipping and sliding around her aching breasts, returning again and again to her nipples, tugging and massaging until she was panting and squirming in her efforts to turn around and touch him with the same intimacy.
He wouldn’t let her, and deliciously frustrated by her enforced helplessness, she reached back to grip his hairy flanks, her fingers stroking the long, flexing muscles as he worked his body against hers, undulating his hips so that she was in no doubt of his sexual intent. Her head fell back against his shoulder and he roughly nudged her chin around so that he could capture her mouth, his tongue darting between her teeth in the same rhythm that drove the rotating thrust of his hips.
‘Open your legs,’ he whispered roughly into her mouth, his hands circling around her soapy navel, massaging ever lower, pressing down over the inside of her thighs until they parted for him, allowing his soap-slick fingers to crowd into the steamy space and play over the secret folds in her skin, exploring her readiness and finding the sweet kernel of budded desire.