Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“You’re staring,” she says.
“You’re worth staring at,” I reply, my voice rougher than I intended.
Dick.
So.
Hard.
She doesn’t look away, her eyes locked with mine as her fingers trail down my chest. The featherlight touch sends a shiver through me despite the heat.
And then her hands find the waistband of my boxers.
“Your turn,” she murmurs.
In one swift motion, the last barrier between us is gone, and the cool air hits my skin before the heat of her body replaces it.
“Happy now?” I ask, stepping forward and closing the distance between us completely.
Her smirk is the only answer I get before I press my lips to hers and push her toward the stream of water, stealing whatever witty remark was about to leave her mouth.
“Beyond.”
Austin gasps as the first spray of hot water hits her skin, her head tilting back, hair slicking against her shoulders as water trails down her body. Every drop seems to highlight her curves, making her glow in the dim light of the bathroom.
So fucking sexy.
My fantasies come to life.
“Mmm,” she mutters, spinning slowly under the water, taking it all in. “This is insane.”
The water sprays around us, steam rising, but nothing feels as hot as the way she melts into me. My hands explore her wet skin, her body fitting against mine like it was made to.
Every sigh, every touch feels amplified by the water cascading around us, and I can’t help but think bailing on Tyler was the best decision I’ve made all week.
He was pissed, but he’ll get over it.
“This feels amazing,” Austin moans. “Imagine how good it feels when it’s freezing outside.”
I already know how it feels when it’s freezing out.
Like heaven.
She points to the handheld showerhead resting in its cradle on the wall.
“What does this one do?”
I grin. We both know what the handheld one can do.
“Shower toy.”
Her brow arches, curiosity dancing in her expression as I unhook it and adjust the settings. Water sprays lightly from the nozzle, and I guide it across her shoulder, letting the warm stream trace a path down her arm.
“You could get creative with this,” I say, my voice low and teasing.
She bites down on her bottom lip, gaze locking with mine.
“Show me.”
Tilting the showerhead, I trail it down her stomach, the spray splashing gently against her skin. Her breath catches, her body leaning back against me as I move the showerhead lower, closer to the apex of her thighs.
“This is strictly scientific, right?”
“Of course,” I murmur, shifting the nozzle slightly so the water teases the inside of her thigh. “Shower math. Head plus pussy equals—”
Her gasp is audible, her hips tilting instinctively toward the sensation.
“Science my ass,” she mutters, breath hitching in excitement.
I chuckle, the sound reverberating against her skin as I slowly move the stream of water upward. The warmth caresses her in a way that makes her legs tremble, and her grip on my hair tightens.
“Mmm, Gio,” she whispers. “I like that.”
“I’ve got you.”
Her head falls back against the tile, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as the handheld jet does its work. I alternate between light sprays and more focused streams, watching the way her body responds to every shift.
Eventually Austin grabs my wrist, pulling the showerhead away, her breath coming in short gasps. “Okay, okay,” she says, her voice trembling. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I lean down.
Slide my hands over her hips, around to her ass, bracing myself firm and steady as I heft her up. Press her against the wall and demand, “Put your legs around my waist.”
“You’re not going to drop me, are you?” she teases again, her voice softer this time, her lips brushing against mine with each word. “It’s slippery.”
I chuckle, leaning in close until my lips brush her ear. “I’m insulted you think I’d drop you. Do you have any idea how strong my legs are?”
Fit and thick like a motherfucker.
The heat of the water cascades over us as I press her gently against the wall, my hands firm but careful as I support her weight.
I grip her tighter, the pressure of her body fitting so perfectly against mine with her thighs locked around my waist. Her arms loop around my shoulders, nails lightly grazing my back, sending little jolts of electricity down my spine.
“I wasn’t questioning your strength,” she murmurs, her lips brushing my jawline. “Just concerned about the physics of this situation.”
I laugh, the sound deep and rumbling in my chest as I lean in to kiss her neck. “Physics is on our side, babe. You’re not going anywhere.”
Her breath hitches as I press my hips against her, the slickness of the water only making the contact between us more tantalizing. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling slightly, and I groan in response, tilting my head to give her more access.
“You’re good at this,” she teases, her voice shaky but playful.