Resigned, Sarah stepped back, allowing the spray to caress her skin. Cole turned to reach for something on a built-in shelf and she again took the opportunity to admire his finely muscled butt. She loved a man with a nice ass, the kind you could really hold on to. This one was definitely grab-worthy. She got in a quick squeeze before he spun around and nudged her back a step.
Ahhhh. She was in the middle of the shower, the exact spot where the two sprays met. She closed her eyes and let her arms become heavy at her sides, as the healing warmth drew tension from her muscles like poison from a snakebite.
A squirt from a bottle, a whiff of something herbal and Cole was behind her, his hands on her head. The pads of his fingers massaged her scalp as he lathered shampoo into her hair. Faint prickling sensations radiated across her skull as dozens of tiny muscles relaxed. Those magic hands slid down her neck and back, washing her body with the shampoo’s suds. When was the last time someone had taken such good care of her? Sarah’s muscles turned to jelly. Any minute now she would melt into a puddle right there on the shower floor.
Slippery fingers drew circles on her lower back and swept down over the cheeks of her ass. Two soapy thumbs slid along the crack of her behind, grazing the sensitive pucker within. Her eyes flew open and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her.
With a murmur of male satisfaction, Cole slid his hands around her hips to her belly and pulled her against him. The ridge of his erection rested between the globes of her ass. Sarah pressed back. His cock jerked. She could feel it throb against her buttock muscles.
Cole reached for a bar of soap. He wrapped his arms around her and lathered the soap into suds in front of her belly. His put the soap down and his hands bumped against her breasts, which grew heavy with desire.
Sarah caught a glimpse of movement through the glass of the shower stall. It was their smudged reflections, her body framed by Cole’s arms. She reached back, wrapping her hands around the backs of Cole’s thighs. Condensation ran down the mirror. She watched as Cole’s hands came up to cup her breasts. She arched forward, pressing her swollen mounds into his palms. When his thumbs brushed her nipples, they tingled as much from his touch as the thrill of watching him touch her. She shivered. Could her nipples get any harder? Her pussy wetter? This man took her to heights she’d never even imagined.
His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whatcha looking at, darlin’?” Sarah knew the moment he discovered what had captured her gaze—his hold on her breasts tightened and his breath hitched.
“You like watching me touch you?” His voice was hoarse with desire.
She bit her lip, nodding, suddenly shy. With a push of his foot against the glass, the shower door swung open. Water sprayed onto the mat, but Cole didn’t seem to care. His gaze was focused on the reflection of their intertwined forms.
Sarah watched as one hand left her breast to trail down her abdomen. Fire followed in its wake, hot licks of pleasure that blazed through her body. When his hand reached her mound her hips pressed forward involuntarily. With a sexy smile, his hand slipped between her thighs and her lower lips convulsed as his pinky brushed across them. Cole bent his knee and propped his foot on the wall behind them. With a gentle tug he pulled her leg back, hooking her thigh over his, spreading her legs wide. Nothing was hidden from view. Not her lips, which were red and swollen with need, nor her dark opening, which ached to be filled.
“So pretty,” he said as his fingers moved closer to her slit. “So swollen, wet and pink.”
She was wet all right and not only from the shower. “Touch me,” she said when his hands stopped short of the hard nub of flesh that demanded his attention. “Please.”
He laughed softly against her ear. “How could I deny you when you ask so nicely?” His fingers grazed her clit and Sarah’s hips bucked from the sudden zap of pleasure.
“Like that, do you?”
Oh God, yes.
Cole played two fingers over her swollen bud while his other hand kneaded her breast. A sizzling current of heat flowed from her nipples to her clit and back again, a tight circuit of pleasure. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, but her gaze never left the mirror. His never left her face.
A delicious tension started to build in Sara’s womb. She writhed against him, wanting more. She pressed into his cock, wanting to feel him once again between her thighs. God, how she wanted the sweet release that kept evading her.
It had been so long… On the other hand, no man had ever turned her on like Cole did. Certainly no man had tried to pleasure her like this. Could she do it?
“Relax,” Cole whispered, once again seeming to read her thoughts. More likely her body, which had tensed up. “You’re in good hands.”