Part 19 (1/2)

He pulled back to take in her nakedness. ”I don't think I'll ever get over how good you look naked on my couch.” A moment later, his arms were lifting her and he was saying, ”I can't wait to see how you look in my shower.”

He kissed her all the way up the stairs and down the hall past the guest bedroom to his own bedroom. Her heart pounded as much from the arousal he so effortlessly built in her as it did from knowing she was going to be in the shower with him soon.

Quick and dirty s.e.x on his couch would have been so much easier to write off as another crazy impulse.

Then again, when he didn't even bother to do more than kick off his shoes and then slide hers off too before walking into the huge, gla.s.s-enclosed shower with her still in his arms and turning the water on over them, she knew he was doing exactly that-following his impulses.

Thank G.o.d.

He moved them so that he could watch the warm water pulse and flow over her chest, and then lowered his head to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. As his mouth covered one taut tip, she held onto his neck even as the sweet pleasure coursed through every cell in her body.

His skin was getting wet and so were her hands, but before she could slip, he put her back down on her feet and pressed her up against the one tiled wall. He pressed her legs wide open with his, and took her hands in his to hold them up against the tiles on either side of her head.

She felt owned.

Possessed.

Utterly, completely claimed by the heat in his eyes as his gaze ran down her body, then back up to her face.

”Every fantasy, Vicki. ” His words were raw. And so low she could barely hear them over the spray from the multiple showerheads. ”You're every single fantasy I've ever had.”

Her breath came fast as she let herself look at him, too. His chest was tanned and beautifully muscled. His wet b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt clung to his shoulder and arm muscles in a shockingly s.e.xy way. Not to mention the way his jeans cupped his enormous erection and his taut thigh muscles.

”You are, too,” she whispered, barely getting the words out before he captured her mouth in a kiss so searing the water could have been cold and she would still have been warm.

”You have no idea how many dirty things I want to do with you right now.”

The warmth coiled down low in her belly let go at his heated words. She was already risking so much with Ryan tonight.

Why not one more thing?

”Good thing we're already in a shower, then.”

His eyes lit at the realization that she'd just given him permission to do whatever he wanted with her, and then his mouth covered hers again for a brief, intense kiss before he dropped to his knees in front of her.

He let go of her hands to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and she threaded her hands into his wet hair to hold him there against her as he laved and sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh.

”G.o.d, I love your b.r.e.a.s.t.s,” he murmured against her chest as he moved to taste the other one.

They'd always been big, ever since p.u.b.erty, and more than once she'd wished she didn't have to deal with them. But right in that moment, she'd never been so happy for her abundant flesh, if only because it meant more kisses from Ryan across every inch of them.

”You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of doing this when we were in high school.”

She could barely catch her breath enough to ask, ”How many?”

”All of them.”

His thumbs and forefingers moved to replace his mouth as he kissed his way down her stomach. Vicki's legs trembled as he moved lower and lower to where she was so wet, so ready for him, that the barest touch was going to send her over.

But instead of pressing his mouth to her, he pulled back and just stared at the wet curls between her legs. His hands moved from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to grip her inner thighs and open her more to him.

He'd gone down on her the night before, but being in the shower like this as he stared at her really did feel dirty...in the best possible sense of the word.

She could still hardly believe that it was Ryan between her naked legs, the best looking man in the world kneeling in front of her, ready to wors.h.i.+p her with his mouth and hands.

”Gorgeous.” He pressed a soft kiss to her curls. ”Absolutely gorgeous.” He slid two fingers into her and groaned the words, ”So wet. And hot.”

As Vicki's inner muscles automatically clenched around him, he dragged his fingers from her, then pushed them back in.

”You're going to come for me, aren't you?”

Oh yes, that was exactly what she was going to do.

She bucked into his hand and then his mouth as his tongue found her. Her cries of pleasure bounced around the shower walls as he pushed her harder, higher, until she was a trembling, post-climactic mess.

Ryan grasped her hands in his again and before she could get her synapses to fire, he had her turned around and s.h.i.+fted so that her hands were flat on a tiled lip that held his soap and shampoo.

He held his hands over hers and braced her hips with his. ”Are you steady enough to stay like that on your own while I get my clothes off?”

Oh G.o.d.

”Yes.” Barely.

He ran his hands all the way up her arms and then down her back to the flare of her hips before he stopped. ”Your a.s.s is a G.o.dd.a.m.ned miracle.”

She wished she had the kind of experience with men and s.e.x to answer him in a flirtatious way, but her earlier quip about being in the shower seemed to be the full extent of her flirty answers. Especially when he palmed her cheeks and squeezed them.

A gasp of pleasure fell from her lips as he sparked her desire anew with shocking ease, the fingers of one hand slipping into her again as he undid his pants with the other.

And then his hand was gone and he was pressing up and into her on a groan, his hands coming around to cup and squeeze her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she gripped the tiled lip.

”Hold on tight.”

His gritted-out command barely pierced the fog of l.u.s.t and pleasure in her head before he was pounding into her hard, fast, and so deep, his hands moving from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her hips to grip her so possessively, so perfectly, that she had no choice but to feel him everywhere...and love every single second of being taken over.

Somewhere way down deep it felt like she'd been made with these curves just so Ryan could hold onto them when he was taking her, sending her to the edge again with his fierce lovemaking.

”Again, Vicki. I need to feel you come around me.”

His deliciously dirty words were the final push she needed to catapult up, up, up and then as her forehead dropped onto the tile between her hands, she was pus.h.i.+ng back into him at least as hard as he was into her to give him exactly what he'd just demanded.

With every clench of her inner muscles around him, he grew harder, thicker, until he suddenly pulled out, one hand moving between her legs to squeeze out the final tremors of her climax even as he worked himself in his other hand.

Utterly lost in their dirty-s.e.x shower world, Vicki didn't think before turning and moving to her knees in front of him to take him into her hands and mouth.

She barely heard his groan through the pounding of blood in her ears. For the first time in her life she understood the thrill of tasting a man like this, the arousal that pumped onto her tongue with every stroke of her hand around him, the sweet rapture of knowing she was giving him as much pleasure as he'd just given her. Twice, already.