More, Please(9)

I chanced my hands on his shoulders. When he didn’t push them away, I let my touch run along his collarbone and up to his neck before grabbing the back of his head. An urgency came over me that wasn’t expected. I needed him, right then.

I pulled on the back of his neck, making the kiss harder. He growled into my mouth, lifting my knee high. His body dipped right before his hard length seared into me.

“Oh,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering.

His lips met mine again, sensual and passionate. He thrust into me, filling me up and hitting all the right spots. I moaned into his mouth as he thrust again, the tempo speeding up quickly. The warm water beat down on us as he rocked deeper into my body. It felt so good.

“Oh God,” I said, everything tightening in my body to exquisite pain. “Oh—”

He pounded into me, holding my knee on his hip. Tingles turned into crashing waves of pleasure right before eruption!

“OH—!” An orgasm ripped through me, stealing my breath away.

“Hmm,” he groaned, shaking against me in a climax of his own.

He slowed as the last waves of delight flowed through me. His kiss became lighter, but no less sensual. His head backed up, his deep brown eyes delving into mine. Something sparkled in their depths I couldn’t make out. Without a word, he took a step back and ran his fingers through his wet hair and then down his face.

I shook out my arms. I felt all loose and tingly. Little bursts of pleasure still sparked through me.

I stepped away from the wall. And then my knees gave out. “Oh crap.”

Hunter caught me against his perfect body. I clutched his shoulders.

“You okay?” he asked softly, running his lips across mine.

“Yeah. Sorry. You took all the strength out of me.”

He smiled as I straightened up. After watching me for a moment, probably to make sure I didn’t swan-dive into the glass door of the shower, he grabbed a purple bath pouf and a bottle of Chanel body wash from the shower caddy.

“I’m not sure which is more ridiculous.” I adjusted the temperature to a smidgen cooler. “A seriously muscular man using a girly purple pouf, or that he uses designer body wash. I mean, why not go for Dove? Save some money and match the pouf.”

“This is for men.” He held the body wash out for my inspection.

“And the pouf?”

“Mrs. Foster takes care of the shopping. Usually the pouf color is a secret.”

“So, you’re saying I’ve got the goods on you? Hmm.” I tapped my chin. “How will I use such scandalous information…?”

He laughed, something I’d rarely heard him do, as he lathered up the pouf and moved my body into the spray. “Sorry, I should’ve told you to get your toiletries.”

“I don’t mind smelling like you,” I muttered, a little embarrassed to make the admission.

The pouf slid over my body gently, followed by his hand. When I was lathered up, he washed the pouf and put it back. He then let his palms roam over me, kneading my breasts before massaging my back. His hand worked down and cupped a butt cheek before sliding to the other. His fingers ran down before rubbing between my legs, cleaning up the slickness from our lovemaking.

“You’ve got me hard again,” he said, letting his lips drift down my neck. As evidence, his length slid between my cheeks and against my slit. “Let’s lie down this time. I don’t want you falling and getting concussed. Let me just clean up really quick.”

With economic movements, he soaped himself before rinsing. I watched his hands drift over his mouthwatering body. White suds washed down his bumpy stomach, so deliciously cut. The muscles on his back and arms flexed and moved as he washed his hair.

He turned off the water and gently steered me out of the shower, placing me on a towel laid on the floor. With another towel, he dried me slowly before wiping himself down.

I grabbed the decorative green towel from the rack, and then paused. “I can use this, right?”

His brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know. Some people like certain towels to be for decoration only.”

“Go ahead.”

He finished drying himself and walked out of the bathroom, tossing his towel into the hamper as he passed. I wrapped up my hair in a towel turban before following.

The lights had been turned off in the room. Five candles flickered romantically, placed around the room to spread out the soft glow. He’d even turned the bed down, folding back the comforter so as to make it more inviting.

“Since when does a mogul billionaire get all romantic?” I asked with a delighted smile.

“Since he met someone worth putting in the extra effort.” Hunter led me to the bed. He kissed me softly. “But, I have to admit, I was in a different mood when I set this up.”