No Regrets, No Surrender(22)

But that wasn’t happening.

So she nodded and refused to look as he helped her unbutton the uniform.





Chapter Five





Zach’s arm locked around her midsection, holding her upright and supported against him. The first spray of the overhead jets striking her skin stung. The warm water didn’t hurt, but it almost seemed her skin was too tight, too new, too unused to the way the water hit it to be comfortable.

“Too hot? Too cold?” His breath tickled her ear and his body pressed intimately against her, her back to his chest, his hips to her bottom. The weight of his cock prodding her lightly surprised her, but she couldn’t quite grasp all the sensory data assaulting her. The water drowned it out—like static noise of the flesh.

“It’s fine.” She raised her hand, forcing it up the shower stream so the water pounded against her hand and washed down her arm. She fumbled for the words to describe it. “I want to put my face in.”

Obeying the request, Zach’s hand flattened against her belly, and he nudged her legs with his. The half-slide, half-pushed step forward shoved her into the waterfall. The water sluiced over her face and she closed her eyes. It reminded her of rain. Lifting her chin, she pushed her face further into the downpour. It stroked her eyelids, smoothed over her cheeks, and trickled down her neck.

Laughter quivered in her belly and rolled up. The elated sound echoed against the tiled walls. Zach eased her backward from the overflow. She wanted to lock her legs, to resist, but her muscles didn’t obey her. The left leg did, but the right leg didn’t. Her knees were rubbery, and the world rolled from side to side as though she rode the tilt-a-whirl.

“Shhh.” His whisper soothed the ache clawing inside to get out. “We’re gonna do some soap and then back under.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child.” The words lacked real heat.

“Trust me, sweetheart. I don’t think you’re child.” As if to emphasize the point, he rubbed a washcloth across her chest. The fabric rasped over her nipples and the tips pebbled expectantly. A current of need buzzed through her, swarming from her breasts down to her sex and back up again. Her legs buckled and she sagged back against him. Zach’s arm stroked up her belly and caught her just below her breasts. The contrast of his warm tan against her mottled paleness cramped the desire flooding her limbs.

She bit the inside of her lip and tasted blood, but she managed to stifle the moan climbing up her throat. He continued his torment, lathering her chest and shoulders. Just when she became accustomed to the spicy storm heating her breasts, he soaped a path between her legs. An almost foreign bliss buzzed up from her sex and heat flooded downward. Fighting to catch her breath, she slapped a palm against the tiled wall.

The arm holding her up banded like steel around her middle. She would not fall. He wouldn’t let her. Her fingers curled. The hard cotton rasped against her sex, stroked the inside of her thighs in silken, hot, soapy fashion and rasped against her clit. Too much.

The orgasm rolled her under. The vanity lights rainbowed as though a kaleidoscope through the water. The buzz of pleasure centered at her core and zinged through her body. Her muscles spasmed and released. She came too fiercely. She opened her mouth to scream and all that escaped was a long moan. Her nails scraped at the tile, fighting for purchase, to hold the line against the torrent.

Zach murmured to her, but she could barely understand the words. Another caress against her clit and she rode the roller coaster again. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and her heart slammed into her ribs. It was too much. The cloth fell away and his hand cupped her sex. She wanted to clamp down on him, ached to feel the pressure of his fingers—or better his cock—tunneling into her.

Her damn muscles refused to cooperate. Her recalcitrant thighs quivered, failing her control. She couldn’t grind against his hand or urge him inside. His fingers rested against her clit, neither stroking nor removing the pressure.

“Shh, sweetheart. You’re way too sensitive and I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much.” Her head lay back against his shoulder. The heel of his hand moved in slow circular motions, wringing another womb-clenching climax from her. Her knees buckled and the only barrier keeping her upright was the hard body wrapped around hers.

His fingers abandoned her sex and ran up and down her body. Sluicing off the soap, she realized belatedly. He shut the water off and carried her out of the shower. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind her boneless lack of cooperation. He settled her on a towel laid over the toilet lid and once she sat, he went to work with a second towel, drying her off efficiently. His cock thrust outward, a raging hard on bobbing between his legs.