She kissed him and he murmured, “Me, too. Me, too.”
He pushed her to the bed and climbed on top of her, loosening the tie to her robe and slipping his hand inside, warm against her hip. “You smell all nice and clean.”
“I took a shower. It felt great.”
“I haven’t taken mine yet.” His hand slid lower. “I really should, but since you still have no underwear on, I’m having trouble summoning up the will to.”
“What if I take one with you?”
He grinned. “Perfect. Let me go back to my room for a second first.”
She pushed him off gently. “Uh-uh. You won’t need anything for this shower. Don’t go getting any ideas.”
She slipped the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as she led him to the bathroom.
“I’m getting ideas already, believe me.”
She turned on the nozzle in the shower until steam came out, and when she glanced back at him, he was naked and ready. For more than a shower, his cock hard and throbbing, his eyes intense. They stepped under the water together, the shower roomy enough for both of them, a stool for sitting built into one corner.
She took command of the soap and washed his lean, muscular body with long leisurely strokes that left him breathing hard, one side of his mouth coming up. “Do I get a chance with that?” he asked.
“Nope. Turn around.”
As she lingered on his taut buns, he placed his palms on the tiles, dropping his head, and she went on tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m reminded I owe somebody a blow job.”
He groaned.
She urged him to the stool and placed a towel from the rack on the floor, kneeling down. He widened his legs so she came between them, her hands on his thighs. The hot stream of the shower beat on her back, and his eager cock reared inches from her mouth as he ran his thumbs along her lips, her cheeks.
She smiled, drawing the moment out. “Blow job. I take it from that look of anticipation on your, er,” she leaned closer to his erection, “face, that you’ve heard that term as well?”
“Any term for fellatio is firmly imprinted on my mind. Said once, I never forget it.”
“Mmmm, very much like a regular guy in that respect.”
She gripped the base of his cock, her hands still slippery from the soap, and took one long swipe, flicking her tongue over the head. He gasped as she rubbed and licked, leaning closer to take him farther into her mouth with each light pass around.
When he was hunched over with the pleasure of it, she took him as far down her throat as she could, keeping her eyes on him, reveling in the expression of ecstasy on his face. He dug his fingers into her wet hair, his whole body straining, as he watched her. Giving himself over to her, he murmured how good it felt, how sexy she was, how hot she made him.
She cupped his balls as she worked him, and he arched with a low groan.
“I’m close,” he muttered. “Very close. Should I—”
She sucked harder, feeling his surrender in a hot pulse against her tongue, her throat as he came with a hoarse cry, clutching her head to him, ever closer. She swallowed and he collapsed back on the stool.
“I think I was supposed to ask first about that last part,” he panted.
“Rules are made to be broken, remember?”
Smiling, very pleased to see him lose control for once, she stood, kicking the wet towel on the floor to the side, and after a minute he got to his feet as well, putting his arms around her from behind and whispering in her ear, “I’ve never gotten off like that with another woman.”
She laughed. “Mmmm, am I going to hear all the sex slang you know now?”
“Only if you’ll talk dirty back to me. I love to pick up new vocabulary.”
He took the soap and washed her thoroughly, though she assured him she’d already bathed, lingering over her nipples, her breasts, between her legs, kissing her lightly, her body tingling from the caresses.
When they got out of the shower and dried each other off, long teasing motions, and wandered back into the bedroom, she said, “You don’t by any chance have more condoms, do you?”
He smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“You must have had quite a few in that wallet of yours.”
“I stopped in the gift shop before I came up. Even though you were cold-shouldering me then, hope springs eternal and all that. They’re next door.”
She opened the adjoining door between their rooms. “Let’s say we leave this open all night, shall we?”
Later, much later, after they had voraciously eaten the room service and made love again, she lay in his arms, completely full in all sense of the word, and he asked, “So what’s the next step? Should we go back to New York? I can call the meeting in London off, and we can decide—”