“Ouch!”
That jerked him out of his reverie. “What?”
“You yanked my hair.”
Christ. “Sorry.” Since her hair was already white with suds, he needed to rinse her. He pulled the handheld head from the wall and realized the dilemma. “You’ll need to stand up, face me, and bend over to avoid getting the suds in your eyes.”
He wanted to impale her sweet pussy so badly that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from pulling her to a stand and fucking her.
She slowly lifted up. He immediately moved the seat behind him. Turn around.
He’d give her three seconds to face him. If she didn’t, his heat-seeking missile of a cock was going to find its target and claim her.
Chapter Six
Conflict ripped through Liz. The moment Dante had burst through the bathroom door with fear crisscrossing his face, she wanted to erase every worry line. No one she knew would have rushed in to help.
Her mother would have insisted she leave their house, but Liz was tired of boring sex with guys who politely asked her permission for everything. None of the men she’d been with had elicited a spark like this, and it was about damned time to try something different. Perhaps the near death experience had her willing to embrace life.
It wouldn’t take much to excite her. Hell, she’d never showered with a guy before and that experience alone had her yearning for sex. When she saw the size of Dante’s cock, she’d known for sure nothing that big had ever entered her, and she wasn’t even sure it would fit, but something deep inside urged her to try.
His command for her to face him registered. He’d seen her bare pussy and her tits, so what was her problem? If she allowed him to finish washing her, it meant she was basically saying yes to having sex with him. No doubt the experience would be amazing.
You want this and you want him to take control.
The second his fingers reached around and palmed her tits, her body swooned. She longed for him to tease her nipples and slip a finger into her pussy, but the soap dripping close to her eyes made the choice for her.
“I need a rinse.” She was proud of the fact she sounded so freaking practical—so not her usual MO.
Dante turned her to face him. She swore he gasped as he lowered her shoulders, but he was too quick for her to study his face. Warm water cascaded over the back of her head, and while she appreciated how he shuffled his fingers over her scalp to get rid of the soap, she unfortunately had to close her lids to prevent getting any liquid in her eyes instead of taking a better look at his cock.
The compulsion to grab him surprised her, but she held her bandaged hand off to the side and used her good hand to support herself, rendering her ability to touch him impractical if not next to impossible.
Her mouth watered as she imagined herself swiping her tongue up and down his length.
“Stand.”
The sound of him fumbling to get the head back on the wall almost implied he was a bit nervous. Here she thought he was the overly confident one. Dante lifted her wet hair as she stood, and then flipped it behind her. She opened her eyes and his penetrating gaze drew her in. Her lips seemed to open on their own and he was on her in a flash.
She didn’t know what shocked her more. The fact that the cock snuggling against her belly was as hard as the plains of his rippled chest, or the way he captured her mouth with such fierceness that it nearly stole her breath. Here was a man who took what he wanted and that excited her to no end.
She wanted to study every ripple of his body, but his exquisite taste detracted her. The pizza sauce and beer blended into a strong masculine tang that turned her on. His tongue darted and twisted around hers, jousting for position. With her good hand, she pulled him close and a low growl emanated from his chest.
He pulled away first. “Sugar, you are driving me crazy.”
As much as she wanted to act coy and say they didn’t know each other well enough to have wild monkey sex in the shower, the words wouldn’t form. Her pussy’s rippling contractions caused her juices to drip. Thank God, he couldn’t tell with the water sluicing down her belly.
His hands slipped to her tits. “I love these.”
Her hand grabbed his large and throbbing cock. He instantly removed her fingers. She hated unfairness. “What’s wrong? You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”
He lowered his head and nibbled on her neck, almost as if he was preparing the surface to bite her. The image of a werewolf’s fangs sinking into her neck raced through her mind, but she pushed it aside. Now it was her turn to lean back.
Dante’s eyes glistened. “You aren’t very experienced, are you?” His tone held some humor or she might have punched him in the chest.