She tore her mouth from his. "Take me to bed," she said, her eyes focused on his lips.
"You don't want to try that slow, hard fuck against a wall?"
She chuckled. "You make me weak in the knees and it's all slippery in here. I don't think that's a good idea at the moment."
"Maybe later, then," he said and claimed her mouth again.
He moved the soap to wash his arms as they surrounded her body. He rubbed the soap over her hips, then his, making the shower about both of them now. She took the soap from him and washed his back, his ass, the tops of his thighs. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she dropped the soap.
They weren't really washing each other anymore anyway. They were getting to know each other's bodies. As the warm water rinsed the suds from their entangled bodies, Trey filled his hands with her plump ass. She moaned in his mouth when he dug his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh and massaged the cheeks together before tugging them apart and massaging them together again.
"Trey," she whispered into his mouth.
"Hmm?"
"I love the way that feels."
"That's good," he murmured.
"But you know what would feel better?"
"Hmm?"
She moved her mouth near his ear. "If you did it while I rode you."
Couldn't argue with that logic. "Mmm hmm."
"The bedroom is that way." She nodded toward the door.
"I don't want to let you go." He loved the way her curves fit him. How perfect his cock felt nestled against her lower belly. How the hardened tips of her small breasts pressed into his chest. He didn't think he could take his hands off her delicious booty if he tried.
There was a knock at the door. "The temp agency just called. I have to go fill in for a night shift," Ethan said. "Are you two going to stay in there all night? I need to take a shower."
"Roommates," she murmured in annoyance.
Trey didn't think Ethan was so bad. He kind of wished Reagan would let Ethan join them. She kissed Trey and then tugged out of his grasp so she could shut off the water. The fluffy blue towel she grabbed from the shelf above the toilet did a lot to hide her distracting curves and give Trey enough sense to step out of the tub. He didn't even bother with a towel, just followed her out of the bathroom knowing the faster they reached her bedroom, the quicker he could get her back into his arms.
Ethan grunted in annoyance as they passed. When he closed the bathroom door behind him, Trey heard him say, "What in the fuck are these doing in the tub?"
"I think he found your jeans," Reagan said with a laugh.
The smile she delivered over her shoulder pushed the last shred of control beyond Trey's reach. He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her several inches off the ground, and carried her to the bed. The towel dropped to the floor as he tumbled her onto the mattress. He stared down at her in the lamplight, giving his eyes a moment to feast on her beauty. A woman's body was a work of art. One to be explored and appreciated. Every curve, every valley, every freckle a treasure to discover. Every nerve ending a challenge to ignite with pleasure. Now, where to start? There wasn't an inch of Reagan he didn't want to get to know intimately.
She lifted both arms in his direction. "Come here."
He grinned. "I'm still enjoying the view."
"I think it's time for my close-up."
Trey climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling at her side. She scooted toward the center of the bed to give him more room. He caught her hand and drew her knuckles to his lips. That was where he'd start. The part of her that had first drawn his interest. Her talented hands. Trey massaged her palm with both hands as he nibbled and suckled her fingertips. He licked and blew. Kissed and caressed her hand as if there was nothing more desirable than her fingers, her knuckles, her palm, her wrist. He watched her reactions, taking note of the things she liked best. Sharp nips to the flesh at the base of her thumb made her suck in excited breaths. Flicks of his tongue to the center of her palm caused her to squirm. Suction at her fingertips made her back arc slightly off the mattress.
"Trey," she whispered, her face flushed with desire. "Aren't you going to make love to me?"
"I thought that's what I was doing."
"You know what I mean. I want you inside."
"You're not ready yet."
"Yes," she groaned. "Yes, I am. I've been ready all day."
"You just think you are." He lifted her hand and placed it on his belly. "Touch me. Show me what you like. Not to give me pleasure, but what part of me feels best beneath your hand."
She slid her hand down his belly and reached for his cock. He'd known that's what she'd go for first because she was impatient and hadn't really internalized his instructions.