Lifting to my feet, I slide my palm up his chest, settling my hand where a tattoo of a phoenix covers one peck.
“The toolbelt did it for you then?” he asks, his voice mostly a pant.
“Oh, it did.” I snake a hand up his neck and drag his mouth to mine for a slow, sensual kiss that turns my bones liquid. Yeah, a woman could get used to this. “If you don’t believe me, just slip your hand between my legs and find out.”
Sullivan presses his hand to my mound without hesitation, sliding it between my legs over my damp leggings. “Youarewet, baby.”
“Are you really that surprised that sucking on your cock turned me on, Sull?”
“And here I thought it was the bed that did it.”
“Oh, the bed definitely did it.” I moan as his hand moves against my center. I’m desperate for him to touch me without my clothes in the way, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ve waited weeks to experience pleasure at the hand of Sullivan West. I want to soak up every delicious moment in case I have to wait seven more weeks again.
“If you want help breaking it in tonight, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
I’ll probably be dead on my feet once this Valentine’s Day madness is over, but I don’t care. I want him to take me, over and over again, like he did that first night. I want him to take me night after night. I want to say to hell with this one-night stand crap. I want this man for my own, and I don’t want to share him.
Grandma Val can’t really still be holding a grudge on behalf of her late husband over some stupid poker game, can she? She’s been known to be vindictive at times, but I can’t see her holding this relationship against me. Sullivan’s a good man. Surely she knows that.
“Guess I’ll just be hornyallday,” I mock complain as Sull’s hand continues moving leisurely between my legs. I wish the bakery was closed for the day so I could just enjoy the way his hands moves for hours.
“Or,” he says, “I could show you the upgrade I made to your shower.”
“Color me intrigued,” I say, my words more of a moan. Much too soon, he withdraws his hand from between my legs, threading his fingers through mine. He leads me the short distance to the bathroom.
It’s not lost on me that he’s still naked, aside from his toolbelt.
“As you can see, I replaced your showerhead.” His thumbs hook in the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head.“You should probably test it out to make sure you’re happy with it.”
“Will my handy landlord be joining me?”
He peels my leggings down, pressing his teeth gently into my ass cheek. “How else will I know if you like it?”
I manage to turn on the water as he rids me of my panties and bra. It feels entirely different, being exposed to this man in the daylight than in the cloak of darkness. But the hunger in his steely eyes puts any self-conscious thoughts to rest. He likes everything he sees.
“I’ll have to leave the toolbelt out here,” he says, unclipping it. “Don’t want them to rust.”
“Fair enough,” I tease.
We step under the stream of warm, steamy water. The rainfall showerhead is a dream compared to the old one that pelted my skin with its murderous blast of water.
“If you really want to get the full effect,” he says, turning me so I’m facing the front, “you should let me lather you up with soap so you can see how well the rinse feature works.”
“Rinse feature?”
He sinks his teeth gently into my neck. “Just go with it, baby.”
I press my hands against the tile in front of me as Sullivan uses my loofa to cover me in soapy suds. He takes his time, especially where my breasts are concerned. He runs the loofa down my legs, crouching as he drags it to my ankles. On the way back up, he gives my ass a little nibble.
“You’re bitey today.”
“Can’t help myself. I’ve been craving this dessert for weeks,” he says in a near growl against the shell of my ear.
He hangs up the loofa, using his hands to help the last of the suds wash away. I’m so fucking turned on by the time his hand slides to my hip that I nearly come at first contact. His fingerssaw their way between my legs as his big, muscled body suctions to my backside.
He’s hard again.
Before I can reach behind me for his cock, he slips a finger inside me.