“Um… yeah.” I narrowed my eyes at him, not understanding the weird look on his face. “What’s going on with you?”
He just shook his head, not sharing his secrets as he carefully folded the dirty sweatshirt, set it on the sink vanity, and ushered me into the shower.
The moment the cascading water hit my head, I forgot all about clothing. Nothing in the history of the world had ever felt so good as that hot shower. I didn’t reach for the soap right away. I just stood there, letting the stream crash down on my head, watching rivulets of mud flow down the drain.
Cade joined me a few moments later. His naked body pressed against my back as he reached around me for the bar of soap. He lathered it in his hands, then set about washing every part of my body — moving from my feet up my legs, over the curve of my ass, across the planes of my stomach. I stood perfectly still as he gently soaped my skin. I kept waiting for his touch to shift into something seductive, but he was intent on his task.
I sucked in a breath as he reached my breasts, but he didn’t linger there. He moved to my neck, then down my arms. Eventually, he turned me around so he could do my upper back. He covered every inch of me — with one blatant exception.
My hands.
He let me do those myself.
When I was clean, he moved on to my hair. His strong fingers lathered my scalp with shampoo, then conditioner. It felt so good, I leaned back against him to hold me up. His chest was slick with water, warm and strong. And though it had been made perfectly clear he had no intentions of taking this touch any farther than pure care, I could no longer help myself. I turned around so we were face to face and looked up to meet his gaze.
His thick, dark hair was dripping wet, falling over his forehead. In the steamy air, the blue of his eyes was bolder than ever. I arched my body against his, pressing my breasts flush against his chest, and almost whimpered at the contact.
He sucked in a breath. “Imogen…”
“Kiss me.”
“You’re barely conscious, beautiful.”
“Fine,” I said, pushing onto my tiptoes, winding my arms up around his neck — careful not to touch his skin with my bare fingers. “Then I’ll kissyou.”
And I did.
My lips hit his, demanding. He met that demand instantly, mouth opening over mine, tongue sweeping inside. His hands slid down my back to cup my ass and he jerked me against him. I gasped when I felt his cock ramrod stiff against my stomach. He swallowed down the sound, never tearing his lips from mine. Deepening the kiss until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Until I could barely stand.
I wanted to touch him, so badly it almost hurt. I knit my fingers together behind his neck instead.
“Cade.” My mouth tore away, just long enough to take a breath. My plea was ragged. “Fuck me. Please.”
His teeth skimmed down my throat, nibbling and tasting as he stooped toward my chest. His tongue circled my peaked nipple, then he sucked it into his mouth.
My toes curled against the porcelain tub. “Cade?—”
“Here or in our bed?” he muttered, moving to the other breast, where he inflicted the same mind-blowing torture.
“Here,” I breathed, arching as his teeth clamped down on my nipple and tugged.
Hard.
Fuck.
My eyes fluttered closed. “I need you inside me.”
His fingertips curled into my upper thighs as he hiked me up into his arms and pinned me against the tile wall. I felt the thick ridges of his cock sliding along the wet folds of my core, teasing me with a preview of what was to come.
“You want me, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I gasped when his hips shifted slightly, allowing the tip of his cock to inch inside. “God, yes.”
“How do you want me?”
He slid in another inch and my mind blanked with bliss.
Until he stopped.