Chapter 16
Mac
Minutes is all failure took.
I tried not to notice the outline of her nipples in that thin cotton shirt she had on, but the dampness from the steam left me with no other choice but to do something about it.
I swear I had no fucking intention of dragging her into this bathroom.
I was going to stay in the guest bedroom and keep my hands to myself. I know I can't control my thoughts that always end up with the two of us horizontal, but I thought I had better control over my actions.
Seems I'm a failure at that as well, but with her standing here blinking up at me expectantly rather than shoving at my chest and leaving the bathroom, I don't think I can call this a failure either.
"This was driving me crazy," I say, sweeping my thumbs over the peaks of her nipples, the cotton of her shirt still separating us from skin-on-skin contact.
"You're naked," she whispers, her hands clenching in fists at her sides rather than running over my body.
"Do you shower with clothes on?" I joke.
"Mac," she whispers, but she doesn't argue when I tug up the hem of her shirt.
"These tits," I say once the fabric is clear of her body.
I toss it to the floor where my own clothes were discarded before cupping both breasts in my hands.
She moans as her head tilts back, eyes closed as if the warmth of my hands on her skin is all she's ever wanted.
We shouldn't be doing this.
I shouldn't have knocked on her door and asked her to let me stay here.
The most fucked up part of it all is that I don't know that I wouldn't have ended up right here even if the bed at the hotel wasn't horrible .
I can't seem to get her out of my mind, and I know how dangerous that is. I know what it could mean, and although I've fought against it as much as I can, I'm still standing in her guest bathroom, steam from the shower swirling around us as I lower my lips to her skin and suck the tip of her nipple into my mouth.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and instead of shoving me away, she's pulling me closer. This woman is addictive, a firecracker waiting to explode, and I'm loving every fucking minute I get with her, even when she's barking and nipping at me like an angry dog protecting its territory. If anything, that turns me on the most.
With my mouth still latched on her breast, I shove down the sleep pants she's wearing, gripping a nice handful of each ass cheek. I swear I could lift her up, press her back to the wall, and shove my cock right into her tight pussy.
"Join me in the shower, baby," I say instead because I came straight here after work instead of back to the hotel to bathe.
My bag was packed this morning because although I had no real plan, I knew I wasn't going back to another horrific night at that damn hotel.
"Quit calling me baby," she mutters as she tangles her fingers with mine and follows me into the shower.
I don't agree with her command. Instead, I opt to lick my way up her neck.
As much as I complained about the bodywash that she has in here, I reach for it when I take a step back.
She looks disappointed as I lather the soap in my hands, but before she can complain, I press my suds-covered palms to her shoulders.
She swallows, her eyes darting away as I run my hands over her skin, washing her breasts before moving to her stomach.
"This is... very intimate," she says, and I can hear the strain in her voice.
"I'm enjoying the hell out of it," I assure her as I lower myself in front of her and lift one leg, running the soap up her ankle and calf before moving to her thigh.
I stare at the center of her body, my mouth watering with how slick she looks, and it has nothing to do with the water cascading over her skin.
"You seem to be enjoying it too," I whisper, a little entranced at the sight of her.
I look up, watching when the transformation happens, seeing the second she transitions from the shy woman, who is a little uncomfortable with her perfect weight, to the woman filled with confidence and need, strong enough that she's not afraid to ask for what she wants.
I circle her thigh, hands wandering aimlessly as I lock eyes on the hand she runs down the middle of herself. All I can do is lick my lips when she continues that reach and dips the tips of two fingers into her pussy. The arousal clinging to it nearly drives me insane, but when she presses those slick fingers to my lips, I'm a fucking goner for this woman.
I lock my eyes with hers as I suck her fingertips, gripping her wrist and holding it in place when she shifts to pull it away.
"Mmm," I groan when the spicy taste of her coats my tongue, ignoring the hint of soap that accompanies it. "And here I thought you weren't going to offer me dinner."
I press my face forward, urging her leg up over my shoulder, and dive right into the most delicious thing I've ever had the luxury of tasting.
I lap at her skin, suck her clit into my mouth, and cover her pussy with licks, nips, and kisses. It's utter perfection. She's fucking perfect in the noises she makes and the way she clings to my shoulders as if she might fall if I weren't holding her up. She's depending on me for her safety as well as the orgasm I can already feel building in her body when I shove my tongue as deep inside of her as it can go.
I groan, my pleasure in being able to do this clear in the noises I'm making. My heavy cock hangs between my legs, flexing with irritation at being left untouched, but I know better than to reach for the damn thing.
"Mac," she says abruptly. "Stop."
I immediately pull my head back, water dripping into my eyes when I look up at her.
"What's wrong?"
She shakes her head as she urges me to stand.
"Nothing."
"Something," I argue.
She looks away.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby."
She glares at me, and my lip twitches with the realization that she's already told me to stop calling her that once.
"Tell me," I urge. "Tell me what you need."
"I want..."
"Whatever it is, it's yours," I promise.
Her eyes dart away, and rather than telling me, she tells the shower wall, "I want your cock inside of me when I come. "
"Hmm," I say, reaching down and stroking my thumb over her swollen clit."That can be arranged."
I take a step back, leaning my head into the waterfall coming from the showerhead.
I shower quickly, washing my hair and using her froufrou bodywash to get clean because, in my effort to get her in here with me, she dropped the stuff she carried onto the floor where it remains.
I reposition us when I'm done, running my hands all over her body, which is more for me than to make sure she's free from soap.
Silence swirls around us when I turn off the tap, the rings skating over the shower curtain rod seeming louder than they normally would when I push it back. This time, after handing her a towel, I just watch her dry off rather than commenting about the fucking dabbing, despite it making no sense to me.
I don't bother drying my back because it's only going to be coated with sweat in a few minutes in my futile attempt to not come so quickly.
Instead of hanging my towel, I toss it on the counter, pull hers from her hand, and tug her toward the door. I stop for a brief second to grab a condom from my wallet before guiding her down the hall and into her bedroom.
It's purposeful, bringing her in here rather than the guest bedroom, although it's further away. I don't know how this night is going to end, and it'll be harder to get her out of my bed than it will be to go to that room myself.
It's weird having that much forethought at the moment because the second I turn to face her again, my eyes wandering all over her body, I lose all other cognitive functions.
When my hands start to roam, I get to witness her changing from that self-conscious woman to the vixen once again, and if I hadn't been balls deep inside of her before, I'd think this was the best thing in the world.
I reach between her legs, my mind racing with all the things I want to do to her, when my fingers easily slide through her arousal. I swear this woman stays ready, and it has to be the biggest turn-on I've ever experienced.
"Always ready," I praise.
"Only for you," she whispers, and I sense the hint of vulnerability in her words, but now isn't the time to peel apart her words and evaluate them.
Her hands roam over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, and I let her have her moment. My eyes flutter closed as she explores, my cock pressed firmly against her belly. I'm normally a gruff man, one who speaks his mind and rushes through life, but right now, I just let her touch and tease my skin with the tips of her fingers.
It feels indulgent, like something special, and it's just one more thing I can't spend too much time focusing on because it'll make me want to dart out of the room.
Instead, I free my mind and just revel in the experience of her hands roaming over my skin. The decadence of her fingers exploring me is almost enough to put me into a trance, and I pop my eyes back open with that thought. It's too similar to thinking she has put some sort of curse on me, one that makes me crave her even when I know how dangerous that is.
I grip her hands, holding them to my chest before leaning down to press my mouth to hers, and the second I release them, I pick her up, hands under her ass, and toss her onto the mattress.
She squeals in delight, and I think I like that sound too much as well.
In the next breath, I cover her with my body and spend the next hour giving her exactly what she asked for in the shower, all the while managing to convince myself that this is nothing but great sex.