‘Doesn’t the towel get wet?’
‘No, the rail is out of range.’
Jason still seemed unconvinced. ‘Don’t see what’s wrong with a regular shower myself,’ he muttered, but then he brightened, pulling Jenna into his side. ‘Plenty big enough for two, then.’
‘Well, now you come to mention it.’ She squirmed against him. A shower would be lovely; she’d been feeling icky ever since their interlude in the motorway services car park. Not that a shower with Jason was likely to be particularly cleansing . . . Enjoyable, though.
‘Get in there,’ he growled, nudging her through the door.
The pair of them stripped off in seconds, coming quickly back together for a warm, bare-skinned embrace. As they kissed and held each other, Jason moved them in a clumsy dance towards the shower controls.
He broke off to examine them.
‘Don’t want to get boiled alive,’ he muttered, fidgeting with the settings, before turning a gaze of frank lewdness back on Jenna. ‘How’s this wet room thing working out for you?’ he said. ‘Wet yet?’
She elbowed him in the ribs.
‘Don’t be vulgar,’ she said.
‘Thought that was what you saw in me,’ he said. ‘Ah, right, I reckon . . . step back a bit in case the temperature’s wrong.’
They were drenched straight away in warm water, gushing from the jets that surrounded them. Jenna laughed with the suddenness of it and the delight of being here, naked, in this lovely room with this gorgeous naked man. His hair was plastered over his eyes, dripping down his face and he looked full of life and joy as he turned to her and cried, ‘I wasn’t expecting that.’
She twirled around in the hot, hard rain, letting the bullet-like drops attack every inch of her body. The pressure was firm enough to make her nipples tingle – it was almost a massage.
‘You’re definitely wet now, anyway,’ said Jason after watching her for a few seconds.
‘So are you. Where’s the shampoo?’
She found a neat row of luxury bathing products on a shelf set into the tiled wall but Jason caught her around her middle before she could uncap any of them. He pretended to bite into her neck, sucking off the water and growling. His big hands closed over her breasts.
‘Mmm,’ she said, shutting her eyes and pushing herself back against him.
‘Ever done it in a shower before?’ he murmured into her ear, nipping at the lobe.
‘Actually, I have,’ she said. ‘Not one like this, though. A teeny tiny cubicle. Nearly broke the door off. It was super uncomfortable and I slipped on some soap at one point.’
‘Better improve the experience for you, then,’ said Jason. ‘So you can forget all about that time.’
He spun her around so they pressed together, her breasts squashing into his taut chest, and kissed her. Rivulets of water flowed around their conjoined mouths and over Jenna’s closed eyelids, adding
another layer of sensation to the ravishment. Somehow it made it better. This was why people were romantic about kissing in the rain, she thought. It felt so good.
‘What’s this?’ he said, breaking off and reaching up to the shelf of products. ‘Willow Bark and Echinacea for luxurious volume and control? Who writes these descriptions? It’s just shampoo. Probably the same as what you get in Poundland.’
‘Probably,’ agreed Jenna, but she tilted her head back all the same, inviting him to massage the unguent into her hair. ‘Go on. Oh, it smells gorgeous.’
‘Not bad, I suppose,’ he said grudgingly, lathering it into Jenna’s scalp. The suds rolled off his fingers and down her neck, between her shoulder blades and breasts. Once Jason had finished treating her head to a perfect massage – just firm enough without becoming painful – he followed the clots of soap bubbles down her body, rubbing them into her skin when he found them.
The slippery-soft smoothness of her body seemed to intrigue him and he explored it with intent focus, his hands travelling up and down.
‘I’m jealous of this water,’ he said gruffly. ‘The way it gets to be all over you all at once. I want to be able to do that.’
‘You’re giving it a good try,’ said Jenna, and he was like some pleasure-giving octopus, his hands and mouth everywhere. ‘Is there any conditioner?’
He put back the shampoo and felt around for another bottle.
‘If Luxury Crème Rinse Solution is conditioner, then . . .?’