Their gazes held, locked. She shivered.
“You’re freezing.” He rubbed her again. “Let’s get you home and warmed up. I know just the way to do that.”
Oh dear Lord, she hoped that meant what she thought it meant.
She sat in the passenger seat, wrapped in a towel. “I hope I’m not ruining your leather seat,” she muttered.
“It’ll be fine.”
It was a short drive back to her place. As they drove down Grand Avenue, Beck waved at a side street. “I live down there.”
“Really? That’s not far.”
“I know. We’re practically neighbors.”
Soon they were in her condo.
“What you need is a nice hot shower,” Beck said.
“That does sound good.” Uncertainty had her nibbling her lip. Beck suffered from none of that though, leading the way to her bathroom and cranking on the water. She trailed along behind him, clutching the damp towel around her, still shivering; only it wasn’t just from cold, but from nervous excitement as well.
Beck turned to her with a wicked smile on his lips. “Okay, let’s get you out of those wet things.” His smile widened. “I’ve always wanted to say that to a girl.”
She shook her head as he discarded the towels then pulled her big T-shirt over her head. She glanced down at her modest bathing-suit top.
“Nice,” Beck drawled, tracing a finger along the edge. “Let’s see you in a bikini.”
He dragged off her shorts, leaving her in her black swimsuit. “It’s not exactly a bikini,” she told him.
“Sure it is.” His hands spanned her bare waist as he studied her. “Sexy.” His hands slid around and down to cup her behind. “Very sexy. We should go to the beach sometime.”
“We did that last weekend. And tonight.”
“I mean, go to the beach so you can lie on a towel and I can rub sunscreen all over your hot little body.”
Heat flooded her cheeks and her pussy did a happy quiver.
Steam filled the small room and Beck turned her to unfasten her top. Then it was gone; he whisked her bottoms down and off, and he nudged her toward the bathtub. She stepped in and turned to pull the shower curtain, but Beck pulling his own T-shirt off over his head drew her attention. He met her eyes as he stepped out of his board shorts, holding her gaze in a heated connection. Okay. Apparently he was planning to join her.
He stepped in with her, beautifully naked—oh my God—he was all sleek skin, sexy tattoos, and hard muscle. Hot water pelted down on her back and she moved to make room for him. He occupied a substantial part of the small space with his height and all his muscles. He yanked the curtain shut, enclosing them in a steamy, warm cocoon, and then stepped closer.
The water poured down over both of them. He reached for the hair tie that held her ponytail and slowly drew it off, then filtered his big hands through her wet hair, getting it even wetter in the spray. She wanted to do the same to him, but contented herself at that moment with setting her hands flat on his chest and gazing up at him as sensations slid from her scalp down her spine and pooled between her legs.
“Is this shampoo?” He reached for a bottle on the built-in shelf.
“Yes.”
“Turn around.” He shifted them both so she faced away from him and his back was to the water, then began to shampoo her hair with slow, lush movements of his hands.
She’d never appreciated how erotic shampooing her hair could be.
Washing hair and body was a task that had to be accomplished as quickly and efficiently as possible in the shower each morning. But this…this was seductive. Her body warmed from the water and from Beck’s touch as he rinsed her hair, used conditioner, then moved on to washing her body with the body wash. “Smells nice,” he said. “Like you.”
“It’s nothing fancy. Just drugstore stuff.”
“What’s your favorite fragrance?”
“I don’t know.” She didn’t wear perfume. “This is some kind of flowery stuff. I like it.”
His hands glided over her skin, across her belly, up to cup her breasts and gently massage them. A moan leaked from between her lips.
“Feel good?” he whispered from behind her, his mouth close to her ear.
“Yes.” She sighed. “I never knew a shower could be so much fun.”
She felt his smile. “Another pleasure.”
“Can I wash you?”
He paused, and when he answered his voice was rough. “Hell yeah.”
He moved them again to rinse suds from her skin, and she took the bottle of body wash from him and poured some in her hands. “You’re always doing things to make me feel good. I want to make you feel good.”