One Sizzling Night(20)

In the meantime, she had to find a way to get in front of Holstrom again. Soon. Maybe even tonight.

Her thoughts went back to Logan. Once he knew who Holstrom really was, he wouldn’t want to work with him. He just wouldn’t.

But she couldn’t warn him off with no proof.

She started to shampoo her hair and she couldn’t restrain her moan. Was it possible to stay in this shower forever? She’d end up a prune, but what did that matter when everything felt and smelt so fabulous. And who knew, maybe genius would strike. Some people sang in the shower, but Kensey had always used the time to problem solve. Talking out loud to herself helped her creativity and logic.

In this shower? Hell, she might come up with the cure for the common cold.

She let a few choice images dance behind her closed eyes as she massaged her scalp. Of course it was Logan she imagined. Naked. Hard and gorgeous. “Oh, hell, Logan. Why did you have to be here? Now. The timing’s so bad.” Sighing, she twirled in front of the twelve acupressure massage jets.

She rinsed. And for once she decided she would repeat before she started on the conditioner.

“Hot, hot, super-hot Logan,” she said, loving the acoustics. If she’d had any kind of a voice, she’d have been singing instead of talking. “I mean where did that man go to lady parts school? He should be a full-on professor by now.”

She rinsed off the second shampoo, humming a little “Voulez-Vous” before she added the conditioner.

“I mean,” she went on, singing the first two words, then going back to her speaking voice because even she couldn’t stand her off-key pitch. “Dammit, this is nuts. I’m going crazy trying to stay focused on what I’m supposed to be doing, and all I seem to think about is sex. With that amazing, intuitive, fearless man. And why, why hadn’t I thought to wait until he came home so I could invite him in this shower with me?

“And...” The spray hit her square in the face and she jerked back, blinking. “This isn’t solving anything.”

“Uh, Kensey?”

She screamed. So loud and so long it hurt her own ears. Then she saw the wall. The goddamn wall had two monitors on it. One was her naked...oh, Christ...so naked. More naked than she’d ever been before, even with her hands over her tits. The other was filled by Logan. “What the hell?”

Logan cleared his throat. “I’m guessing you said, Call Logan?”

“I did no such thing.”

He looked as if he was standing two feet away from her in his shirt, tie and slacks. Oddly, his feet were bare, but who cared about that when he was watching her with the same hunger from the other night.

“You must have, because once I accepted the call, there you were. I did try to get your attention.”

“How, by sending a letter? I’m in the goddamned shower,” she said, getting ready to unleash all the rest of her curse words in short order.

“I saw. But you were also talking to me.”

“I wasn’t. I was talking about you. Why didn’t you say something?”

He chuckled low, sounding far too sexy. “Because it was hot? And you’re gorgeous?”

“I am never speaking to you again. ‘It was hot’ is not a good excuse.”

He shook his head, and she rolled her eyes. “There’s nothing stopping you from turning around now.”

He smiled. His hand went to his tie, and that was off in two seconds, followed by the quickest unbuttoning in the world. “I was invited,” he said. He tossed his shirt behind him. Put his hands on his belt. “But if you want me to leave, I will.”

“Does this thing do playbacks?”

He glanced at the monitors. “No idea.”

“If it does, you have to destroy yours. Is that clear? No copies. And I don’t want to hear a single solitary word you think was cute or funny or anything remotely like it.”

He crossed his heart. On his very bare chest.

She lowered her hands. “Well, I suppose you can come in. But would you run and get a hammer out of the toolbox so I can pummel your memory to bits?”

“I don’t know where the toolbox is.”

“That’s all right,” she said, relaxing her shoulders. “I’ll find it tonight when you’re asleep.”

“Fair enough.”

She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. She loved that the tension had turned to something else, something almost playful, but she didn’t understand why it required her to be humiliated.

“Hey, I’m taking off the important part here,” he said.

“And...?”

“I’m only this way because of you.”

“A gentleman would have said something.”

“A gentleman would have been an idiot.” He unzipped his pants, dropped those and his briefs in one step, and when he stood straight again, he really was impressively hard.

Then he closed his eyes in what looked like pure frustration and crouched down out of the frame. When he stood again, he held up three condoms.

“Optimistic?” she asked.

“Inspired,” he replied.

She turned to the wall. “End Call you stupid, stupid computer.” It blinked out before the sentence had ended. She thought she remembered now. She was pretty sure she had said, “Hell, Logan,” but the water must’ve distorted her voice, making it sound like, “Call, Logan.” Sometimes she really hated computers.

He joined her, all naked and fabulous. The apartment seemed to approve of its matchmaking as the tiles had gotten awfully colorful. And then, just audible over the sound of the jets, the background music started played “Sexual Healing.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. Until Logan pulled her into a kiss that could’ve melted the snow off all the mountains in the forty-eight contiguous states.

* * *

NOT ONLY WAS Kensey as beautiful wet as she was dry, she’d just given him the best explanation-slash-hard-on ever. But he was glad the monitors were off now and she was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. It had been a weird couple of days, but he was beginning to understand her disappearing acts. Too much sex on the brain had been a problem for him, as well. Right now all he wanted was to make them both feel good.

Running his hand down her neck to her chest, he lingered on the smooth skin underneath the warm water. Lingering over anything when he was this hard was difficult, but he wanted to make her desperate for it.

He cupped her breast and kneaded gently. This was exactly where he wanted to be. “You know you could have a career in film screams if you wanted one. That sounded like something from Hitchcock’s collection. Very impressive.”

“You would have screamed, too, if you’d been on my end of things.” She winced. “It was loud, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know. I’m thinking I could get you to top that.” He smiled. “No terror involved.”

She met his gaze and didn’t move except to part her lips, which made him reach down and part her other lips.

“What are you—”

He kissed the question right off. Although he did like talking to her. When she wasn’t being all mysterious, they were good sparring partners. Kensey was a lot of things he liked.

He liked how she looked all wet. He’d never understood why chick flicks made it appear as if kissing in the rain was sexy, but now he got it. Although it helped that this rain was hot, or maybe that was just Kensey.

The way her body pressed against him trapped his cock between them. Soon enough he realized there was a rhythm to the way she moved her hips, which matched each push of his fingers.

A quick look when he went to kiss her neck showed him that the damn walls were pulsing, too. Everything synchronized. It was compelling. Something he’d never experienced before.

He moved his lips to the shell of her ear. “Look at the tiles,” he said.

A few seconds later, she said, “Oh, my God.”

“I know.” Then, as a little experiment, he pumped a little faster.

She matched his pace, thrust for thrust. It took a few seconds, but the walls joined in, along with a sudden deep blue coming from the showerhead above them. By that time, though, he wanted more than pretty lights and hot water.

As he slipped his fingers out of her wet heat, he bent over, the water sluicing down his back as he took her nipple in his mouth. He tasted water first, which somehow made things even sexier, until he tasted Kensey. That outdid everything. It was a precise taste, not just skin. Kensey’s skin. His mouth filled with want for the rest of her, the salty sea taste of her sex, the spot behind her ear that made her tremble.

He moaned, and he heard it as if they were in the ocean...no, a river heated by the sun, ripening her flesh and his desire.

Fingers touched the back of his head. Her palm seconds after. He wondered if her eyes were open. Was she watching him lick and swirl his tongue, with even a small idea of how much he wanted to both keep doing this and slide his cock inside her?

Soon, that wasn’t enough, either. He rose and kissed her, pulling her body against his, not just to show her how hard he was, but to let her know what he wanted.

She surprised him, though. Her hand slid between them and curled around his cock. His head reared back. Luckily, he didn’t choke on the spray from the showerhead, just coughed. He might have choked, though, the way she was rubbing him, slow and careful, putting a little more tension just under his glans, then swiping her thumb over the slit.