Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I try like hell to do the smart thing–to turn, walk out of the bathroom, and leave before this woman crawls any deeper into my brain.
But I find my hands reaching for the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head.
“What are you doing?” Andi asks. She actually looks surprised as I continue to undress. Did she really think she could tease me like this and I’d just walk away? She must have severely over-estimated my self control.
“I’m coming in there. I need a shower, too,” I say.
“Oh,” she says. Suddenly, all of her confident flirtation washes away and she looks vulnerable and nervous.
I step inside the shower with her. It feels small and she feels even smaller, her body wet and bare for me. I reach for the shampoo bottle. “Let me,” I say.
“Okay.”
I take my time shampooing her hair and soaping her body, enjoying the slick sensation of wet skin and the frictionless way the soap makes my hands glide across it.
Before long, we’re kissing. My hands greedily explore her body. My mouth claims hers like it has always been mine and always will be, even as my brain is setting off warning alarms like nuclear warheads have just been launched.
I want to savor this, but I’m also afraid to. The more I enjoy what we’re doing, the harder it’s going to be to let her walk away. The harder it’s going to be to do the smart thing.
Even though I want to dry her off, carry her to the bed, and take my time, I fist her hair.
I tilt her head back, tugging down so she has to look up into my eyes. I kiss her parted lips, then I turn her around, pushing her toward the shower glass.
Andi plants both palms on the glass, fingers sliding down and leaving trails in the condensation. Her ass presses against me, her body absolutely incredible.
I don’t let go of her hair. I like having her on a short leash.
I grip myself and then pause. “Birth control?” I ask.
She nods. Thank God she nods. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Clean,” I say.
She runs her tongue over her lips and watches me while her bare ass is pressing against me, daring me to take her.
I guide myself inside her and groan with relief. She gasps.
The water runs over her arched back, running down her body in rivulets as I grip her hip with one hand and her hair with the other. I tug on her hair, forcing her to exaggerate the arch because I know the angle will feel better for her.
“Oh my God. It’s so big,” she says.
It’s not long before I’m pounding into her hard enough that her hands are pressing the glass hard enough to make it creak with each thrust. I can’t take my eyes off her. She turns her head, letting me admire her profile. I’m already impatient to kiss her again, I turn her around, lifting her by the thighs with her back against the glass.
I slip back into her and kiss her deeply, relishing the feeling of her wet body against mine, slick and warm. Her legs wrap around me and her core clenches tighter than a fist.
It’s pure fucking ecstasy, and I don’t hold back. I don’t slow down so I last longer. I don’t drag things out.
I drive myself into her. Harder. Faster. I kiss her more deeply. I grip her breast hard enough that it must hurt, but she only moans into my mouth.
And then the tension in every fiber of my body releases. I close my eyes tight. I feel myself pulsing, releasing deep inside her.
Her mouth falls away from mine and she kisses down my neck. I can feel the smile on her mouth, even if I can’t see it.
I help clean her off with the bar of soap. Even though I just finished, I can already feel myself ready for another round by the time I’m done running my soapy hands across her body.
“We need to get back out there. Maybe we can just sneak straight into town,” I say. “It would be less suspicious than going out there at the same time together.”
“Okay,” Andi says. Her eyes are flicking between mine like there’s something she wants to say but she’s holding back–or she’s waiting for me to ask her to say it.
I don’t ask. Whatever is on her mind after that, it can’t be good. I know my own mind is betraying all my intentions right now, and I don’t dare find out what she’s thinking. If it’s the same thing as me…
I shake my head and grab two towels for her and hand them over.
“What about you?” she asks, realizing there are none left.
“Don’t you need one for your hair?”
Andi laughs. “Not if it means you don’t get one. Here.” Her smile is so damn infectious. “You are kind of ridiculous. You know that, right? It’s like you’d lay down in a puddle to keep me from getting my feet wet.”