“To hell with that. We’ll get clean together,” he growled, then added, “Key.”
He tipped her to within reach of the knob, where she inserted it and opened the door.
He walked them inside and kicked the portal closed behind them.
When Lace went in for a kiss, Vince grunted and pulled his head back.
“Nope. Holdthatthought,” he revolted. “I may be willing to sacrifice your clothes to the slime-gods, but my mouthwillbe clean before I use it for…anything.” He waggled his brows suggestively, which got another giggle.
“Well, hurry up,” she ordered, not for the first time.
Vince picked up his pace and Lace squealed, hanging on for dear life.
As if he’d ever drop her.
He fit them both easily through her ensuite door before letting her feet drop to the tiles. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and?—”
“—I’m going to lose my clothes,” she finished raspily, her hands already moving to the hem of her shirt.
“I… Dammit,” he swore. “My toothbrush is in the half bath.”
Lace didn’t hesitate. “Use mine,” she said, whipping her t-shirt over her head.
Vince’s eyes grew wide.
Her bra—plain, white cotton, through which he could clearly see her nipples—had him harder than some of the lacy concoctions he’d encountered in the past.
He also noticed her port, and when he did, Lace covered it with her hand.
“It’s ugly,” she groaned. “Don’t look.”
To hell with that.
“I’m not only going to look, I’m going to kiss the damned thing, and maybe even worship it. Do you know why?”
“No. Why?” she questioned, drawing her brows together.
“Because it’s keeping you alive.”
Lace’s mouth fell open, and she blinked.
Maybe she’d never quite thought of it in those terms, although she’d said something similar to Inez earlier.
Lace recovered quickly, though, undoing the snap on her jeans and dropping them to the floor.
Blue panties. Long, slim legs. Grabbable hips. The hint of her aroused scent in the air…
Vince faced the mirror and fumbled, picking up Lace’s toothbrush.
“My brain’s about to short-circuit,” he warned her with a plea in his voice. “Let me at least brush my teeth before you show me any more.”
He applied toothpaste to the brush.
Lace gave him a provocative smirk as he began scrubbing, then leaned into the shower to turn it on, bending slightly and giving a wiggle which, if Vince wasn’t mistaken, was on purpose.
He groaned. “Stop. I can see you in the mirror,” he grumbled around the foam in his mouth.
“I know,” she responded sassily, giving another hip-thrust.