Unexpectedly His(40)

“I definitely cannot relax,” she whispered.

He took a step toward her, a wicked grin creasing his impossibly gorgeous face. “Then you definitely need to stop talking.”

Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the shower. “Nick, what are you—put me down!”

The warm water from the showerhead fell against the bare skin of her thighs, drenching her wrinkled, slept-in shirt. Nick wasted no time explaining his intentions. He pressed her body up against the cool tile of the shower as his mouth claimed hers in a soul shattering kiss. She clung to his shoulders as the water sluiced between them, running down her hair, her neck and shoulders, soaking his black cotton shirt. A moan escaped her as his mouth pulled away from her lips.

Dipping farther, his tongue ran across her collarbone, the heat of his kiss mixing with the water creating an effect so sensual and erotic, Marianne thought she’d die from the pleasure.

Nick turned his back to the water raining down on them, sheltering her from the direct blast. His hands slipped under the sides of her panties to cup her backside. She felt the solid muscle of his thighs, his erection against her hips. He pushed aside the wet collar of his shirt with his stubbled chin, and his mouth fell on her tightening nipples, warming them with his lips and tongue. Her eyes drifted shut behind her now steamy glasses, reveling in the feel of his mouth on her wet, naked breasts.

A small nip of his teeth sent a zing racing straight through her. God, simply kissing him made her body tremble and her heart soar, but seeing him this way, completely nude and wanting her: more than she could imagine.

“I know how to make you relax.” God, that voice. His deep-toned, sexy words were enough to make her come right there without a single touch of his fingers.

His hands at her hips whirled her around until she pressed against the cool tiles. His hands slipped under the wet shirt, feeling her up from behind. The movement drew her closer, and she felt his erection press against her backside. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined the mad rush of need unraveling inside her. She wanted to turn around and give him the erotic pleasure he showered down on her, but she didn’t know what to do. She’d never wanted a man this way. Never knew it was possible to be so filled with desperate desire.

Marianne felt him smile against the nape of her neck as his fingers slipped inside her panties to find her damp. Her body moved against his playing fingers, eager to find release. His thumb circled, easing in and out of her in time with the seductive thrusts of his hips from behind. His mouth moved against her neck and jaw, tracing a hot, wet line to her earlobe as his hands continued their dual assault on her breasts and her clit. A whimper fell from her lips. If abandoning expectations meant feeling this sexy and wild, Marianne surrendered. She didn’t want to be good, because being bad made her feel so damned incredible.

His fingers drifted away briefly, moving to her hips to flip her back around and press her into the corner of the tiled shower. His mouth moved to her lips, his nose bumping up against her glasses as he kissed her deeply and fully, in a way that exceeded even her most passionate dreams. She pulled off the horn-rims and shoved them blindly onto the nearby shelf. Her heart pounded against her chest as he dragged the wet panties down and slipped his fingers deeper inside, sending tiny bolts of lightning flashing through her.

“Come for me, Marianne.”

Her whispered name on his lips sent her body into overdrive. Her breathing grew ragged, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip, whimpering softly, desperately close to climax. A pleading sound erupted from her throat as she felt the pleasure rush through her body, his strong fingers touching her, guiding her through a series of tremors fueled by raw, unmitigated desire. Her body spent, she curled against him, the water running down the shirt to caress her still-tingling skin.#p#分页标题#e#

“You are such a naughty girl.” He pulled away just enough to look into her face, his wicked blue eyes shining through the water raining down around them. “So much I might have to be late for work.”

“That naughty?” she whispered.

Nick dropped another slow kiss on her mouth before whispering against her parted lips. “Statistically speaking, much, much naughtier.”

She smiled up at him, feeling the blush steal across her cheeks. “Is there another level of statistical naughtiness I might explore?” Her fingertips traced the line of hair that led down his abs to his throbbing erection. “Show me.”

Nick let go a low curse, but took her hand and guided it to his rock-solid cock. A moan of pleasure ripped from his throat. She loved the feel of him in her hands, so hard and yet so vulnerable to her touch. He showed her how to coax his pleasure with her hand and she felt him harden further in her grasp.