I watched his form staring at me through the frosted panes of the walk-in shower. My hand trembled around my knife as my fingertips released it. Was it what I wanted? Did I really want him going away? What was he offering? A shower buddy? A little bit of fun?
Something more than that?
The silence was deafening as the steam filled the bathroom. The water was beating down on my shoulder as I sighed. My entire body wanted to relinquish to him, to feel his skin against mine, even though I knew it wasn’t right. Even though I knew it was going to be a mistake sleeping with my client.
But I wanted it more than I was willing to admit.
“The hot water’s going to run out soon,” I said. “Better hurry.”
I watched him remove the blurry pieces of clothing from his body before the door opened. He stepped into the shower, the steam encompassing him as his eyes danced along my form. He was taking me in, his eyes drifting along my muscles as I took in his. I reached out for his rippling abs, my fingertips grazing over each one of them as I watched the swell of his chest move with his breaths.
His body pressed me into the bathroom tiles as his hands planted beside my head.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Miss Williams.”
My eyes found his as his lips feathered the tip of my nose.
“Will you let me taste you?” he asked.
I felt my entire body rise to his every want as my pelvis began to heat.
His kisses were soft and feathery against my skin. I tilted my head off to the side, opening my neck to him as my hands slid up the strength of his torso. His hands slid down the bathroom wall as his tongue traced outlines upon my skin. Soft and sensual. Much unlike the man I had come to know.
And I loved every second of it.
I felt his hands flutter along my hips as I rolled into him. My body begged for friction. Any part of him I could feel against where I wanted him most. I peered down at him as the water dripped from our bodies, his hands pressing my knees apart as he eyed my pussy. He licked his lips as his gaze met mine. I watched as he kissed up my thigh, causing me to tremble.
It was like he knew what buttons to press before I told him what I needed.
His tongue snaked between my folds, and my knees grew weak. I grasped my breasts, massaging them as his hands pinned me to the wall. His grip was firm, yet gentle, stilling my body so he could properly taste me.
I felt him swirling around my clit as my legs grew weak. He guided my thigh over his shoulder, propping me against him so he could move me. His hands rolled my hips, his tongue raking over my pussy as I tugged at my nipples. I was losing myself in him and in the feel of his skin against mine and the warmth his mouth brought me.
It had been years since I’d allowed myself this and let my guard come down enough to trust a man with my body.
And oh, the things Derek made me feel.
My hands flew to his hair as I pulled him closer to me. He pressed expertly into my body as I shook and moaned. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep some semblance of control as my eyes screwed shut.
“Let me hear you. Let it go, Sam. Give yourself permission to enjoy it.”
His words hit me like a punch to my chest. I released my lip and opened my mouth as foreign sounds poured from it, sounds I didn’t know myself capable of came sliding out as my body trembled and shook. I could feel my pussy pouring its arousal out into Derek’s mouth as his hands gripped me firmly. My toes were curling, and stars were bursting in my steamy vision. I felt lighter than air and solid as a rock all at the same time.
I felt myself growing weak, collapsing into him as he caught me in his arms.
He carried me from the shower to the bed and spread my body out for his pleasure. I was still trying to catch my breath, reeling from the orgasm his tongue had dealt me. His lips dipped to mine, allowing me a taste of myself on his skin as our bodies dripped with water.
I could feel every chiseled piece of muscle he had on his body, and I wanted to run my fingers along all of them.
I spread my legs for him, and he dipped down slowly. His cock was throbbing against my leg as my hands ran up and down his back. Our tongues collided, and our lips swelled. Like an orchestra of instruments all tuned to the same note. My toes slid up the backs of his legs, feeling him trembling against me as I clung to him around his neck.