Shoving to my feet, I went in search of something to kill the pain. If I was hurting, chances were that Callie was also. I grabbed a bottle of medicine and headed in the direction of the bedroom. The shower was running and steam was coming out from under the small crack at the bottom of the door.
I considered not going in, but fuck, I really needed to get clean. I quickly slipped inside and shucked my clothes, kicking them into the corner.
“Rob?”
“Yeah.”
She jerked back the shower curtain, narrowing her eyes at me. “What are you doing?”
“Getting clean.”
“Wait your turn.”
I didn’t. I opened the curtain and stepped inside, invading her space like I had a right to. But I didn’t let my eyes wander. No, if I did that, I would get lost in her curves, in her smooth skin, and those plump breasts. I would want to touch her, to fuck her, and we both knew that would end up getting us nowhere fast.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said, tipping my head under the water. It sluiced over my body, easing the aches from whatever was tripping my body. “There has to be some kind of tracker on us.”
“Don’t you think we would have noticed that?”
“Not if it’s under the skin.”
Peeling my eyes open, I finally let myself look at her.
“Fuck, that was a bad idea,” I groaned.
“What?”
“Opening my eyes.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “And do you usually take a shower with your eyes closed?”
“Only when there’s an insanely gorgeous woman with me that I’m trying my best to behave around.”
It could have been the steam that made her cheeks flush bright red, but I highly doubted it.
“Unless you don’t want me to behave,” I said, my voice turning low and gravelly. Fuck, what was wrong with me?
Her throat worked hard as she forced herself to only look at the top half of my body. I watched the struggle, pretended it was nothing more than exhaustion wiping her out.
But that wasn’t it at all, and we both knew it.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, slamming my lips against hers at the same time she moved. Her fingers slid through my hair as she tugged me closer.
Wet skin melded with mine, her breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Fuck, I was hard, in desperate need of a warm body wrapped around mine, and she was the only woman I wanted.
Her curves tempted me more than any woman I’d been with, but it was that small thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs that really got to me. Most women shaved it all off, thinking that was somehow a turn-on.
But I didn’t want a girl. I wanted a woman. One hundred percent real with all the things you’d expect. I gave the curls a tug, chuckling when she gasped.
“Fucking sexy as hell,” I murmured against her throat, sliding my fingers through her soaking pussy. “So wet for me.”
“We’re in the shower,” she murmured.
Sliding two fingers into her heat, I bit the side of her neck as my cock grew. “This is not from the shower. You want me.”
An irritated growl slipped from her lips, and she returned the favor, wrapping her hand around my cock and giving a good tug. “You’re so fucking cocky.”
Her hand tightened on me, stroking me harder, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. So much more.