Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“You planning on joining?” Pointing at my fully clothed self, he turned back to fully face me. I swallowed hard and flexed my hands as a tremor raced through me. Quaking like one of my mom’s dubious gelatin salads was hardly in line with my twenty years of firefighting experience, but here I was, nervous and entirely out of my depth. A scowl replaced Denver’s smile. “I’m good with you watching if that’s your jam, but you’re gonna have to find your words. Tell me what you like. I’m not here to talk you into anything.”
I don’t know wasn’t an acceptable answer, but the idea of Denver calling a halt to the proceedings loosened my tongue.
“I like whatever you like.” I tried for an impish grin, unsure if I actually pulled it off.
“Uh-huh.” Denver didn’t sound convinced, but he made a little go-ahead gesture. “I’d like your clothes on my floor.”
“I can do that.” An eagerness to please that I hadn’t felt since my rookie days hastened my movements, stripping away some of my nerves along with my clothes. I was shorter than Denver, far more freckled, less hairy, and had a decidedly more average-sized dick than his porn-worthy cock. But he must have liked what he saw because he made an approving noise, heat returning to his gaze.
“That’s better.” His approval sent all my blood south, making my already interested dick painfully hard. Giving a low chuckle, he flipped on the shower. “Come over here.”
Only a fire alarm could get me moving faster as I crossed to stand next to him, awaiting his next command. Denver narrowed his eyes, more of that intense stare that saw far more than I wanted to reveal. “You like orders?”
His somber tone didn’t leave much room for a flip response.
“Apparently.” I glanced down at my aching erection. “You talking…it does something for me. I’m used to being in charge, but you telling me what to do feels good.”
Good was far too tepid a word for the pounding of my pulse and rush of adrenaline coursing through me, but the guy was cocky enough without me heaping on the praise.
“I can roll with that.” He stretched his neck from side to side, flexing like he was preparing for a workout. Which maybe he was. “You okay if I get a little…bossy?”
Only Denver could make the word bossy sound so sexy. All the air rushed out of my lungs. “Oh, fuck yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He gave me a feral grin before jerking a thumb at the tub. “Into the shower.”
The water was bracingly hot, almost but not quite too much, not unlike Denver himself. On my own, I would have turned down the heat, but here, I was more than content to wait for Denver’s next order.
And wait.
He took his damn time stepping into the tub, arranging the shower curtain, and pulling out his ponytail elastic from his hair. He shook his hair loose, and it was longer than I’d expected, falling in haphazard curls around his shoulders. Moving to stand in front of me, under the spray, he wet his hair before lathering it with a thick, creamy shampoo that made me think of other creamy white fluids. My dick pulsed hard, bobbing against my belly.
The effortless way Denver carried out the task transfixed me. His shampoo smelled like fruity coconuts and came in a lavender bottle that proclaimed its suitability for curly hair, yet Denver radiated masculine energy. Everything from the way his big fingers dug into his scalp to the delicate way he untangled the waves of hair while rinsing to the flex of his meaty biceps turned me on.
I hissed in a breath as he shuffled around so I had an equal amount of the water spray. He was close enough now that I could feel his warmth as well as the water’s. Another centimeter in any direction and our bodies would touch, and my every nerve ending tingled with anticipation. But I stayed rooted to the spot, mere seconds away from begging for another command.
Denver chuckled knowingly. “Nice as your eyes are, we need to find a use for your hands.”
“Yes.”
“Wash me.” He handed me a thick slab of soap that smelled like nutty butter with undertones of coffee and spice. Happy, I accepted the soap and immediately reached for his impressive cock. Might as well start with the good parts. But all that earned me was a clucking noise and a head shake from Denver. “Nah-uh. Do it right.”
The sternness in his tone made me want to earn his approval and praise, to not simply do it right, but do it the best he’d ever had.
“This?” Moving deliberately, I started with his neck, digging my fingers into the thick cords of muscle before moving to his shoulders, rubbing and soaping.