She barely had time to figure out her next move when he pulled the shower door open. Her gaze traveled over a long, muscular stretch of naked man. His male beauty and obvious desire for her left her mute. Her brain seemed to vibrate in her skull, freezing her muscles and tongue.
He stepped into the shower. The sound of the door shutting made her blink, breaking her trance.
All signs of hesitation gone, he took another step, joining her beneath the hot spray. He reached for her. The hot water, and more importantly, her desire for Eric, melted her nervousness into mist. He covered her mouth with his. She shuddered yet again at the distilled impact of his kiss combined with the delicious sensation of their naked bodies pressing close, but this was a convulsion of pure need. She felt his erection throb next to the sensitive skin of her lower belly. Her body responded of its own accord, her core clenching in desire. She gasped in protest when he lifted his head a moment later and stepped back a few inches. She clutched his shoulders, trying to draw him back, hungry for the feeling of hard male muscle pressing tight against her skin.
His smile was a little strained when he grabbed her wrist and turned her hand, kissing her palm. “Let me look at you,” he said quietly, his gaze entreating.
He looked with his eyes, but his hands traveled wherever his gaze went. He stroked her shoulders and slid his palm with rivulets of warm water along the sides of her ribs and waist. He caressed her hips and belly, and all along, Colleen was melting beneath his worshipping hands and hot stare. She, too, eagerly began to stroke him, squeezing his delightfully rounded, hard biceps in her palms, whisking her fingers across his smooth, muscular chest, running her fingertips over the discs of his flat, erect nipples.
“Don’t, Colleen.”
Her startled gaze leapt up to his face, his tone had been so hard. His expression turned a little contrite.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He grabbed both of her wrists with warm, wet hands and moved her hands to her back. “Do you mind?” he asked.
Colleen blinked, not really sure at first what he meant. When she realized he was asking her if it was all right if he kept her hands held at her back while he touched her, heat flooded her all the way to her toes.
“That doesn’t seem fair,” she whispered, her gaze stuck on his sexy mouth.
He chuckled and stroked her wet neck. “You’ll have your moment, trust me. Your hands are driving me nuts right now, though. I can’t think. I’m about ready to lose it, I want you so bad.”
Colleen glanced down the length of his aroused body and swallowed with difficulty. The admission of his vulnerability had given her strength.
“Okay,” she whispered.
She watched as the hand that wasn’t holding her wrists coasted through rivers of running water up her belly. He cradled a breast in his hand and shaped it to his palm.
“If you only knew how much I’ve fantasized about touching you,” he mumbled, watching his actions with a narrow focus. “You were so beautiful in my mind, but reality is much, much better. You’re exquisite,” he added before he sunk his head and pressed his lips to the slope of her breast. Colleen stared into billowing steam, biting her lower lip to stifle a plea as he kissed the sensitive skin and licked away droplets of water. He took her nipple into his warm mouth, and her pleasure mounted to a piercing ache. She arched her back into him as he suckled, laving her nipple with a warm, agile tongue.
Her hip encountered his firm, heavy erection. She longed to touch him. He kept her wrists at her back, however, and she had no choice but to drown in mounting heat and pleasure. He transferred his attention to her other breast, sucking her into the heat of his mouth, lashing her nipple with his tongue, pulling on her gently until she moaned in a fever of desire.
He lifted his head and caught her mouth in a ravishing kiss. The sound of the hot water pounding on the floor drowned out her heart drumming in her ears, but her pulse throbbed madly at her throat as she kissed Eric back for all she was worth. He touched her hip, and then her pelvic bone, watching her through narrowed eyelids as his wet fingers slid over the juncture of her thighs, parting the folds of her sex. His fingers belonged to a surgeon to be sure; they were gentle, firm and astonishingly accurate.
Her eyes sprung wide as he played her most sensitive flesh.
He continued to watch her face as though fascinated by what he saw there. His finger circled and stroked until Colleen grew light-headed. He captured her whimper with his mouth, kissing her while he stroked her and pleasure surged and mounted, delicious and inescapable. The tension he wrought with his talented fingers broke.
He caught her against him as pleasure splintered through her, eating her moans of release as though he was starved and he found them delicious.
She leaned against him, panting. She felt like she’d been turned inside out. He released her wrists and shut the water off. The cool air flowing in through the opened shower door didn’t make her shiver this time.
Colleen wondered if she’d ever be cold again.
“Thank you,” she murmured a moment later when Eric finished drying her off hastily with a towel. He merely swiped the same towel across his face, neck and belly before he cursed under his breath and tossed it aside. She smiled when he swept her into his arms, and suddenly they were once again in his bedroom.
“Do you make a habit of carrying women around?” she asked as he lowered her to the bed. She was so relaxed, hot and aroused, the luxurious bedding felt decadent.
“Never. You’re the first. You bring out the caveman in me, apparently,” he said, sounding a little grim as he searched for a condom in the bedside table. He couldn’t move quickly enough for Colleen, and himself, either, from the look of his strained expression. He came down over her. His hard, lean muscles sliding against her only increased her sense of voluptuous luxury, like she was drowning in the rich, sensual world Eric had created for her. She felt as if she could melt right into the mattress…melt right into him…meld with him in a blazing, furious blast of need.
It seemed like the most natural, the most exciting thing in the world when he slid into her, fusing their flesh. She gasped at the intensity of his possession, pleasure mingling with intense, nearly untenable friction.
“Eric,” she grated out between clenched teeth, because he was filling her now, overfilling her, stretching the very limits of her consciousness. “It feels—”
“Please say it feels incredible, because it so does,” he gasped, sounding a little crazed.
“It feels incredible,” she whispered.
Then he began to move, and it was as if a million pieces fell into perfect alignment. He stared down at her, his biceps bulging tight as he held himself off her. Sensations barraged her consciousness. His strokes were firm, demanding and smooth, but they caused an electric friction inside her. She was hot and melting, but she somehow needed more…more of Eric, more heat, more pressure. She was so greedy, she wanted to explode with it.