She laughed, which made him grin, but he didn’t give an inch. She wasn’t going anywhere, which was a good thing. Because as soon as he put back the soap, he got the sponge and started washing her.
Being a man, he chose the good parts first.
She used the sponge all the time, but it never felt like it did as he washed her breasts in slow circles, first one and then the other, avoiding the brush across her nipples she craved. When she tried to maneuver herself into the right path, he stopped the sponge altogether, until she relaxed and let him have his way. “Tease,” she whispered.
He leaned in close to her ear. “Count on it.” He moved the sponge down, the soap dripping over her stomach, down her thighs. Using his foot, he pushed her legs apart.
Even though she knew it was useless to fight it, she did. She had to. But he got her feet planted more than shoulder-width apart, and with her wrist still captive, held her steady.
In order to reach his next objective, he had to bend over her, his chest slippery with soap, his cock pressed up and slightly into the cleft of her ass. It was incredibly difficult not to squirm, to just let him have this power.
To make things worse, or maybe better, he gripped her earlobe between his teeth, just hard enough. His breath, ragged now, sounded practically feral.
She closed her eyes, feeling everything. The size of his hands, the way his broad shoulders dwarfed her own, the slippery cock so close and yet not nearly close enough.
He brought the sponge between her legs, rubbing back and forth, keeping it light, making her insane.
She struggled to break his hold, but he wouldn’t let up, not an inch. The struggle itself brought her a little relief; it made him rub harder with the sponge. Just not hard enough. “Boone, please.”
“Please what?”
“Let me go.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
He did as she asked. One second she was enveloped in his strength, then next she was adrift. Turning slowly, the water hitting her sensitive skin, but not bringing her any pleasure, she looked up into his eyes.
“Take me to bed,” she said. “Any way you want me.”
He took hold of her again, by her shoulders, and crushed her mouth in a bone-melting kiss. Her surrender was complete, and she’d never felt more taken care of in her life.
Boone came up for air, but it took him longer to come back to his senses. All he wanted was to lift her up against the wall and make love to her until they both melted down the drain. But that wasn’t gonna happen. Not like that. His first priority was her safety. He was just having a hard time convincing his dick.
“Come on. Let’s go,” he said, turning off the water. “You get dry. I’m going to go out, check the house. I’ll bring you back something clean to wear.”
Christie blinked at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. “What?”
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the first big bath sheet off the rack. Then back in, where he wrapped her up. “Christie?”
“You’re leaving without me?”
“Just for a minute. I have to check the house. With all the precautions we took, I’m sure everything’s fine. But I’m not taking any chances, okay?”
“Can’t I go with you?”
“Not yet. Soon.” He stepped to the carpet again, getting a towel for himself and doing a crappy job of drying off. It was hell pulling up his jeans. He hadn’t lost his erection, and that’s the way he wanted it, but damn, the zipper. He left the top button undone, grabbed his gun, took the safety off, and headed for the door. Just as he reached for the knob, he changed his mind, went back and kissed Christie one more time, deep hard and fast. Then he got out of there before he lost his mind.
The second he was in the hallway, he was all business. If the geek had gotten in the house, Boone would know it quickly, just by checking one panel in his bag. There was no entry and no exit from this house that wouldn’t trip a silent alarm, and give him ample opportunity to deal with the situation. At least that was the plan.
Gun up, Spidey sense on full alert, he went down the hallway so silently Milo didn’t even look up. “Good dog,” Boone whispered as he got next to the animal, who had his big paw over Boone’s bag.
Milo didn’t seem to mind being moved. Boone flipped back the bag flap and there was the panel, all green, all clear. He relaxed, but not by much. While he trusted Seth with his life, he wasn’t quite that sure about electronics. So he went room to room, into closets, checking under furniture, behind cabinets.
It took a while, and he hoped Christie wasn’t too cold or impatient. He hadn’t lost his hard-on, which made him wonder if he was a little too fond of his job. He knew he was too fond of her.