Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I figured she’d laugh, roll her eyes, maybe call me a perv. But Tori just stared at me, wide-eyed. Water dripped into the tub; the candle flame danced. She hesitated. Then, to my shock, she nodded.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
For a heartbeat, I didn’t move. Was I imagining that? But her mouth was set in a determined, if slightly nervous, line. She was serious.
“Okay,” I finally managed, swallowing against the sudden dryness in my throat. “I guess you got pretty wet from the storm, too. Come on in when you're ready.” I pulled the shower curtain partly closed to give her privacy while she undressed. Which kind of didn’t make much sense given that she’d be in here naked with me in just a moment, but it still felt like the right thing to do.
I held my breath when Tori stepped in the shower with me. It still felt unreal. I’d been thinking about her, and that beautiful body, a lot recently, but I never expected something like this. The girl in my dreams was naked and standing next to me.
With the shower curtain pulled shut, the light from the candle didn’t help that much. But maybe it made her less nervous. Plus maybe that would give us a chance to use our other senses.
“Here, you stand under the water.”
I attempted to switch places with her, accidentally brushing my chest against her breasts as I did so. I pretended like I didn’t notice—which, of course, I fucking did.
She had put her hair up in a messy bun when she undressed, and now the water was hitting the back of her neck and shoulders as she stood facing me.
What the fuck did I do in this situation? Maybe the best course of action was to focus on her… and not on my rock-hard cock.
“Are you warm enough?” I asked.
“I am now.” She gave me a small smile. “But aren’t you cold? I’m blocking the water.”
“I’m feeling many things right now,” I said with a wry grin. “Cold is not one of them.”
She let out a soft laugh. “What are you feeling?”
“First off, I’m thinking how badly I want to kiss you.” My slightly nervous laugh echoed around the bathroom. “Hell, maybe we need Kyle here to organize some kind of R-rated game.”
“We don’t need Kyle,” she said, her voice soft. Then she took a step closer. “And I want to kiss you too.”
My cock twitched and my brain promptly blanked at that news. But the rest of my body? It knew what to do.
I cupped the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, and gently pulled her toward me. Her hand slid up my bicep, and she rose on her toes. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, the water slicking our skin.
Her hips flinched when she felt my erection against her stomach, but I reached down, adjusted myself, and pulled her in tighter, grabbing her ass in the process. I groaned at the feel of my cock trapped between our bodies. She did too.
I inhaled her sweet scent, something warm and citrusy, and pressed my lips to hers. Her head tilted slightly, and our mouths fit together like they were meant to. Hell, our whole bodies did. Her skin was smooth, warm from the water, and I couldn’t stop my hands from exploring—sliding down her back, squeezing her ass, keeping her flush against me.
I wished her hair was loose, but I still managed to slide my fingers into the bun whenever I could.
“You feel so good, Tori,” I whispered against the corner of her mouth.
Her moan filled the small space. “You too,” she murmured.
She kept her arms wrapped around me, but then she began pulling gently. I took a step forward, and it almost felt like she was trying to slow dance. Then I realized—she was turning us around so the water would hit me instead.
That could work. I’d be more than happy to keep her warm.
But just as we resumed our kiss, the stream of water hit my shoulder and bounced directly into her face. She jumped back with a splutter.
“Oops,” I said, trying not to laugh.
The side of her hair was soaked—well, more soaked than it had gotten from the storm. She pushed it back out of her face, laughing a little herself.
“I wasn’t planning on washing my hair,” she said.
Time—and maybe my heart—stopped. Suddenly, the only thing I wanted in the entire world was to wash her hair.
“Could I?” I asked, my voice low.
She blinked. “Do you want to?”
I gave her a look. “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that. I’ve got a gorgeous naked woman in the shower, and right now, what I want to do more than anything is shampoo her hair.”
Tori grinned, and something soft passed across her face. “Well, who am I to keep you from your dream?”