“You said—” She gasped.
I raised an eyebrow. “I said what, sweetheart?”
Alex whimpered and bit her lip. “Don’t make me say it,” she begged softly.
Oh, she definitely had to say it. I brushed her bottom lip with my thumb. “I want to hear it,” I said. She whined again and tried to shake her head, and I leaned in and kissed her gently. “Please.”
Her cheeks stained pink. “Yousaidyouwantedtotastemypussy,” she said in a rush, and I chuckled and kissed her again.
“Is that something you want?” I asked. “Me putting my mouth on you?”
Alex nodded. “Please.”
I kissed her nose. “Of course, sweetheart,” I said and dropped to my knees. I guided one of her legs over my shoulder and kissed her inner thigh. She let out a sigh that quickly became a groan when I buried my face against her. Between her thighs was hotter than the water beating down on us, and I groaned when I found her already wet for me.
I plunged my tongue into her, groaning at the taste that hit my tongue and the way her fingers tightened in my hair to hold me in place. I circled her clit with my tongue before sucking the hardened nub between my lips.
Alex’s free hand slapped against the tile wall. Her back bowed. I thought about teasing her, but I didn’t want to move away from her any more than she wanted me to move. Instead, I kept my pace and felt her body get more and more tense. She wassoclose. I pressed a finger inside her and crooked it into that sensitive spongy spot that made her go weak-kneed.
Her muscles clamped down around my fingers, and she cried out as the tension in her legs let go. I stood and wrapped her in my arms. I held her while she trembled and clutched at me. “I was right,” I said in her ear. “You taste good everywhere.”
She giggled and batted at me but kept her face buried in my chest. “Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, pressing her body against my cock.
As much as I wanted to rub myself against her skin and chase that tiny frisson of promised friction, I shook my head. “Let’s get cleaned up,” I said. “Jake ordered dinner.”
She looked disappointed for a moment but then nodded and reached for the soap again. It took twice as long to get clean as it normally would, but I couldn’t stop kissing her. My lips were drawn to the sweetness of her skin, all on display for me.
Finally, though, we climbed out and dried off. She threw on a pair of Jake’s sweats, sans panties, and her own shirt. My tee shirt was fine, but looking at my jeans, I knew they were too covered in dust to put them back on.
Goddamn it.
I opened the bathroom door. “You got another set of pants I can borrow?” I shouted down to Jake. His answering laugh made me swear out loud.
Alex touched my arm. “I’ll show you where I got mine,” she offered. I followed her down the hall to one of the bedrooms, and I dug through the dresser to find a pair of pants that would fit. They were all too big—Jake had a stupidly thick waist for a fit guy—but I found a pair with a drawstring that I could pull tight.
Glancing in the mirror, I sighed. This was embarrassing. “I’ll throw our stuff in the laundry. You go on down to the kitchen.”
She grinned and leaned up on her toes to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Thanks.”
* * *
Dinner was quiet.Jake didn’t mention our shower, not that I expected him to, and he didn’t tease me about needing to wear his clothes, which I fully thought he would. “The dryer is going to take a while with the jeans,” he said as we were clearing up the dishes. “I think I need to clean out the lint trap.”
Alex’s smile was fond, like she was looking at a puppy. “That sounds like more than a lint trap problem,” she said. “Have you ever put your vacuum around the lint filter?”
What the hell did that mean? I glanced at Jake. He didn’t know either. “Is that something that you’re supposed to do?”
She shrugged. “If you don’t want a house fire.” She laughed at our lost looks. “I’ll show you how,” she offered.
Jake considered it for a moment, but then he shook his head. “Maybe next time,” he said. “I don’t think housekeeping is the hottest date plan.”
Alex laughed. “I don’t know,” she teased. “You never know when mopping could get seriously sexy.”
“You mean my housekeeper has been holding out on me?” I asked, bringing her laughing eyes to me.
She stared at us for a long while, just smiling and looking her fill. “Thank you both for today,” she said finally. “I was way more stressed out than I realized, and today has been the perfect way to relax.” She reached out both hands and touched each of us on the hand. “And being with the both of you has meant the world to me.”
I glanced at Jake, who gave me a knowing look in return. We had been fucking up, then. Tugging her into different directions. Well, that stopped right now. “We’re sorry if we’ve been adding to your stress,” I said. “That’s not the point of any of this.”