She closed her eyes. “That feels good.”
His fingers lingered over the sore spot where she’d struck her head. “You’ve still got a little lump. How’s your head?”
“Right now?” She turned to face him, rinsed the conditioner from her hair. “Fine.”
He took the soap and went to work on her, washing her skin in a way that was decidedly sensual, hands sliding over soap-slick breasts, his touch arousing her.
She rinsed, took the soap from him, and washed him, hands sliding over his muscles—pecs, shoulders, biceps, abs, obliques, glutes. She caressed his erection, the soap making her hand glide easily up and down his length.
His eyes drifted shut, his brow furrowing as she went faster.
But this time she wanted to give him something more.
She stepped out of the way of the spray, let the water rinse the soap away. Then she traded places with him and got to her knees.
He gave a little groan of anticipation, his fingers sliding into her wet hair as she took him into her mouth. “Kristi.”
She moved her hand and mouth in tandem up and down his length, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. But she knew what made him come apart.
Holding the base of his cock loosely, she flicked the underside just beneath the head, focusing on his frenulum, that little ridge of nerve-dense tissue. She treated it like he treated her clit—licking, sucking, caressing it with her lips.
His body tensed, his fingers leaving her hair, his arms shooting out to support him, his palms flat against the tile wall. “Geezus.”
Thrilled by his response, she kept at it, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she could, wanting to show him how much he meant to her.
His breath came faster now, his abs jerking. “God, Kristi.”
It turned her on to see him so turned on, a deep ache between her thighs.
Abruptly, he stopped her, drew her to her feet, and backed her up against the wall. “I promised you brawn.”
Her pulse skipped.
He grabbed her ass, lifted her off her feet—and pushed himself inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he drove himself into her, his deep, quick thrusts making her come hard and fast. She cried out as bliss washed through her, Malik groaning against her neck as he let himself go.
They stayed like that until the water ran cold, then dried each other off and curled up together naked in bed.
“Nurses, man.” Malik kissed her wet hair. “You know anatomy.”
Kristi smiled—and was soon fast asleep.
18
Malik woke early, the sounds of the city rousing him from sleep. He checked flights on his phone and found an outgoing flight to Rabat, the capital of Morocco. It was leaving in three hours. That gave them enough time to pack up, eat breakfast, and head to the airport. He’d buy the tickets there.
He kissed Kristi awake, grateful beyond words to have her here with him—safe and alive. “Good morning, angel.”
She smiled, stretched, one beautiful breast appearing from beneath the sheet, inviting him to kiss its dark nipple.
Well, he couldn’t resist that, but, sadly, there wasn’t time for more.
“There’s a flight that leaves for Morocco in three hours. We should have some breakfast and then drive to the airport.”
While Kristi dressed and packed up, Malik heated two MREs and made a pot of coffee in the tiny pot that came with the room. They ate together at the table, talking about the future for the first time.
“Where are you going to work?” Kristi asked.