“Mm.”
“You don’t like him much, do you?”
He shrugged. “Not just him. Panthers make me twitchy.”
“And maybe just a little bit horny?” she teased. “Come on. Admit it.” He shut her up with another kiss, long and lingering this time. When he pulled away at last, she sighed.
“I’ll have to go back and say goodbye to some friends, quit my job and break the lease on my apartment, but yeah, I think I’d love to stay here with you.” Warmth of a different kind than that percolating in his groin flooded through John, and his heart lifted. “Good.”
After giving her one last kiss, he groaned and sat up. “I’ve got to get cleaned up. I’ll be back.”
“Need help in the shower?” Sherrie pushed up on her elbows, which thrust her breasts out before her, the nipples pointing enticingly.
He feasted on the luscious sight of her sprawled across his bed. “If you want to.”
“Oh, yeah, I want to.” She tossed back the covers and sprang up.
Suddenly he didn’t feel nearly as exhausted as he led her into the bathroom and turned on the water.
They stood together beneath the hard spray, enjoying the heat and warmth for a few moments, then she picked up the shampoo and squirted a dollop on her palm.
John bowed his head so she could wash his hair. He closed his eyes and let the water stream across his face, while she lathered and massaged his scalp. He nearly whined in pleasure at her gentle touch. When she was finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair, she picked up the bath mitt, applied gel to it and began to soap his body.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmured as he submitted to her care.
“My pleasure.”
She scrubbed his back and buttocks, his shoulders, arms and chest, and lingered on his abdomen and groin. Her hair hung in dark, dripping curtains on either side of her face, and water rolled down her cheeks like tears as she stood beneath the showerhead and lathered his cock. He remembered how she’d looked on hands and knees, her head bobbing as she sucked him off, so sexy. And Grant thrusting his hips against her ass then suddenly leaning in, curling a hand around John’s neck and kissing him. His mouth tingled at the memory of that hard kiss, different from a woman’s—or at least any of the women he’d been with—aggressive, demanding.
John swallowed and groaned softly. Sherrie continued sliding her hand up and down his shaft, and the tension built in his groin. He watched her face, loving her sweetness and her strength. She’d been through a rollercoaster of events and emotions over the past few days and had taken them all in stride when many people would’ve broken down. He admired her practicality and her composure. And right now, he simply loved what she was doing with her hands which glided slickly over his shaft.
Her stroking brought him abruptly to the edge. His climax surged through him. He thrust and released, spilling over her closed fist, and the water washed the evidence of his orgasm away.
“Thank you,” he groaned, pulling her close to him again. He turned them so the water pummeled her back. Sherrie turned her face into his chest and his chin rested on top of her head as he rocked her slightly from side to side.
Suddenly, a quiver went through her. She was trembling in his embrace, wrapping her arms tight around him and squeezing. He realized she was crying.
“Sh,” he soothed, kissing the top of her head and stroking her back.
Sobs wracked her body as she clung to him, and she forced out a few jerky words. “I-I’m sorry.
It’s…just…”
“I know. I know. It’s all too much, and you’re overwhelmed.”
“Yeah,” she whimpered. “And at the same time I’m so damn happy to be here with you. It’s horrible that all this happened, but if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you.” She lifted her face and gazed up at him, her eyelashes spiked in damp clusters. “Also, I feel bad about Evan. I want to know if he really is my brother, if what he said about my father is true. If it is, even my mom didn’t know. Or maybe she did, but she never told me. There’s just so much to think about, and I’ll never have the chance to find out because I won’t see Evan again. Even if I did, he’d probably try to kill me. I wish I could’ve had a DNA test done or something. I wish there was some way I could know the truth, even though it doesn’t really matter. I mean, I’ve been without a dad all my life, so why is it suddenly important to me now?”
She drew a rough, hiccupping breath, and her mouth trembled before she buried her face against his chest again and another bout of sobs shook her.