me nuts.” He grinned.
“Very funny, smart ass. Get up. Eat whatever you like.”
“Coffee. Lots of it.”
“I don’t drink coffee. I was too addicted to the stuff, and it made me cranky when I couldn’t get enough, so I quit. You could probably find something else that might wake you up. I’ve got orange juice. Just squeezed it fresh yesterday.” She fluttered her lashes at him and then stood up.
“Are you serious? People actually do healthy shit like that? Sounds like way too much work.” He stretched and his abs rippled then his cock began to stiffen.
Why was that always the first part of a man to wake up?
She turned away, grinning and headed to the bathroom. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen after I’m dressed and ready to go.”
“Fuck that—I’m showering with you.” He swung his long, shapely legs over the side of the bed.
She closed her eyes and sucked her lips in. Legs. She always loved a man that was proportional and didn’t ignore the bottom half of his body.
When he stood up and she glanced over her shoulder, she got an eyeful of the most fantastic ass she’d ever seen on a man.
Good Lord, that thing was flexing when he was pumping inside her and she didn’t get to see it?
Cameras might be a must in the future.
She rubbed her forehead with her thumb and forefinger, spreading them apart then bringing them back together. Her legs were sluggish as she traipsed her way into the bathroom. She moved quickly before she went over to get a handful and see what those cheeks felt like in her grip.
He was still standing in her room, trying to wake up, looking half-dead when she picked up her pace even more and abandoned the idea of groping him. That man was too adorable and sexy as hell. Dangerous.
Maybe if she got in the bathroom and showered fast, he wouldn’t slow her down too much and she could get her mind out of the lust-induced fog he’d already created in her.
There was no use telling him no at this point anyway. He’d seduce her easily without even trying. She knew that much about him by this point. The man oozed masculine pheromones through every pore, and her body definitely responded.
She turned on the shower, used the toilet and brushed her teeth while the spray heated to the right temperature. By the time she got in, she wondered if he was going to join her or not.
Her mind raced with all sorts of dirty images of shower sex. She’d only done it once in a shower, and it wasn’t in hers. It had been in Brad’s, and he sucked as a kisser. He was marginally better in bed, but the slobbering, open-mouthed sloppy kisses were repulsive. It was her first and last escapade while washing.
But then the kisses with Kel . . . God almighty—they were scorching hot. He’d start with soft, warm pecks, and then they’d heat like this water had until she was so relaxed, yet so turned on, she could do nothing but open to him and make these soft pleading sounds for more.
She scrubbed her body with mechanical skill and speed, wanting to get out of her head and out of this place before she drove herself completely nuts.
“What’s the rush?” his deep throaty voice asked as he opened the door in an unhurried way.
He stepped in and stood there, staring at her with a lopsided grin in place.
“Going somewhere, remember? Work? Ring any bells?” She rinsed the last of the suds out of her hair.
“Oh yeah— that . I don’t like working. I like touching—and you want to see if I am every bit as good as I was last night, don’t you? That’s why you woke me up before you showered, to see if I’d take the bait. Naughty girl.” He chuckled and his upturned, rigid cock, bobbed.
She backed up a step, unsure of what to do. The spray was drenching her face, but she didn’t care. She simply gaped at him.
He was naked, yes, and she’d already touched him a lot last night and seen him bared a little bit, but this was . . . There was light enough for her to really see him now, and my Lord,
“Very funny, smart ass. Get up. Eat whatever you like.”
“Coffee. Lots of it.”
“I don’t drink coffee. I was too addicted to the stuff, and it made me cranky when I couldn’t get enough, so I quit. You could probably find something else that might wake you up. I’ve got orange juice. Just squeezed it fresh yesterday.” She fluttered her lashes at him and then stood up.
“Are you serious? People actually do healthy shit like that? Sounds like way too much work.” He stretched and his abs rippled then his cock began to stiffen.
Why was that always the first part of a man to wake up?
She turned away, grinning and headed to the bathroom. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen after I’m dressed and ready to go.”
“Fuck that—I’m showering with you.” He swung his long, shapely legs over the side of the bed.
She closed her eyes and sucked her lips in. Legs. She always loved a man that was proportional and didn’t ignore the bottom half of his body.
When he stood up and she glanced over her shoulder, she got an eyeful of the most fantastic ass she’d ever seen on a man.
Good Lord, that thing was flexing when he was pumping inside her and she didn’t get to see it?
Cameras might be a must in the future.
She rubbed her forehead with her thumb and forefinger, spreading them apart then bringing them back together. Her legs were sluggish as she traipsed her way into the bathroom. She moved quickly before she went over to get a handful and see what those cheeks felt like in her grip.
He was still standing in her room, trying to wake up, looking half-dead when she picked up her pace even more and abandoned the idea of groping him. That man was too adorable and sexy as hell. Dangerous.
Maybe if she got in the bathroom and showered fast, he wouldn’t slow her down too much and she could get her mind out of the lust-induced fog he’d already created in her.
There was no use telling him no at this point anyway. He’d seduce her easily without even trying. She knew that much about him by this point. The man oozed masculine pheromones through every pore, and her body definitely responded.
She turned on the shower, used the toilet and brushed her teeth while the spray heated to the right temperature. By the time she got in, she wondered if he was going to join her or not.
Her mind raced with all sorts of dirty images of shower sex. She’d only done it once in a shower, and it wasn’t in hers. It had been in Brad’s, and he sucked as a kisser. He was marginally better in bed, but the slobbering, open-mouthed sloppy kisses were repulsive. It was her first and last escapade while washing.
But then the kisses with Kel . . . God almighty—they were scorching hot. He’d start with soft, warm pecks, and then they’d heat like this water had until she was so relaxed, yet so turned on, she could do nothing but open to him and make these soft pleading sounds for more.
She scrubbed her body with mechanical skill and speed, wanting to get out of her head and out of this place before she drove herself completely nuts.
“What’s the rush?” his deep throaty voice asked as he opened the door in an unhurried way.
He stepped in and stood there, staring at her with a lopsided grin in place.
“Going somewhere, remember? Work? Ring any bells?” She rinsed the last of the suds out of her hair.
“Oh yeah— that . I don’t like working. I like touching—and you want to see if I am every bit as good as I was last night, don’t you? That’s why you woke me up before you showered, to see if I’d take the bait. Naughty girl.” He chuckled and his upturned, rigid cock, bobbed.
She backed up a step, unsure of what to do. The spray was drenching her face, but she didn’t care. She simply gaped at him.
He was naked, yes, and she’d already touched him a lot last night and seen him bared a little bit, but this was . . . There was light enough for her to really see him now, and my Lord,
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