I must be dreaming! Never let this shower end, even if my skin turns into a wrinkled prune.
When would he wash the parts she needed most? As if reading her mind, he palmed her breasts. Through the soapy bubbles, the warm friction of his hands against her swollen nipples sent her into the stratosphere.
Then he shut off the faucet, dropped to her feet, and nudged open her thighs.
Oh, no he isn’t…
With his usual gentleness, he spread her labia. She couldn’t help squirming all over her seat as drops of hot water dripped from her hair and bathed her innermost folds. When he kissed her clitoris with those soft, expressive lips, every muscle in Dee’s body loosened.
He explored her with his tongue. Not like a sloppy, starving man but a gentleman. Each polite flick of it strung the tension in her a little tighter, like the strings on the one of the band’s guitars. Until she felt like she might snap in half.
When he hooked her legs over his shoulders, giving him more access, she almost swallowed her tongue. Following his Southern tradition, she tried to act like a lady. It worked…for a while, but the deeper he drove his tongue, the harder she had to have it. She couldn’t help muttering unintelligible sounds or tangling her fingers in his hanks of wet hair. Pulling him closer to her swollen core.
His wet moustache and beard tortured her clit while his tongue, embedded so far it became part of her, made her his. Like a boat pitching on waves, he rocked it from side to side, hitting pleasure spots she didn’t know she had.
“Rodney!” Her climax ripped through her with little warning, her scream echoing against the shower walls.
Next, he turned the water back on, pulled her into a standing position, and lifted one of her knees, opening her up to him. He kissed her slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Water sluiced down his angelic-but-rugged face, teasing her lips.
Beyond done with politeness, she grabbed his erection and guided it inside her drenched pussy. He seated it the rest of the way.
“I was getting to that,” he said, grinning against her mouth.
“You weren’t fast enough, Southern man,” she replied.
He gripped her hips as he slid inside her again, so slow it sent every nerve ending inside her into overdrive.
“Oh, you want it fast?” he asked.
She clung to his wet body. “I-I want you.”
Water rained down his face, dripping onto her breasts while he stroked her, slow as you please. The back of her body pounded and slid against the slick shower wall. She’d probably be covered in bruises by the end of their lovemaking, but she couldn’t care less.
It felt so nice to do nothing but feel good. Saving the world got tiring. His massive body pinned her in place, keeping her from falling. She explored his back, belly, and powerful thighs. Having such a magnificent man as her very own was a gift from heaven. But her experience wouldn’t be half as good if they hadn’t gotten to know each other first. Beneath his sexy exterior lay a good heart.
And she wanted it, for keeps.
“Dee.” His voice sounded rough as he gritted his teeth and pumped her harder. “My God, Dee.”
The combination of physical sensation and emotion unraveled her. As he lifted his face and groaned his climax into the falling water, she flew apart again. His generous cock felt even larger as her walls convulsed around it. She grabbed his long hair—as dark, sleek, and wet as the thatch between his legs—and hung on for her life.
She’d had sex before, but never like this. And never again, with anyone but him.
Rodney washed away their lovemaking and turned off the water, leaving them in a dream world of steam. For the longest time, they stood face-to-face, enfolded in each other’s arms as they gazed at each other.
He looked at her with wonder and desire that went way beyond sex. Still not sure if she was dreaming, she signaled it right back to him. Then, as the steam swirled around them and began to fade away, his eyes filled with sadness and resignation.
“We’d better dry off,” he said.
After they’d put on the two thick forest-green bathrobes he pulled from the towel rack, he rested his hands on her shoulders. “What time does your plane leave?”
“I have an open ticket,” she answered.
“Good. Or, I could hire you a charter plane.”
She shivered. “I don’t trust those things.”
“I use them all the time, but commercial is fine if you’re cool with it.”
Coldness washed over her despite the thick terry cloth covering her. “Why do I get the feeling you want to get rid of me?”
“I don’t, but Jack is going to wake up eventually.” He squeezed her shoulders. “I don’t want anything to ruin the wonderful time we had. We can eat dinner in my room.”
And then it would be back to the airport.
He kissed her gently. “Excuse me while I get dinner. I’ll find your bag while I’m at it.”
After he left, the bathroom felt too big and empty. She stared into the steamy mirror. The woman looking back at her wasn’t the same one who’d walked in. She’d started falling in love. No, she was already there.
But she had to face reality. Women were a dime a dozen to him. Thousands of groupies probably threw themselves at him on a daily basis. She didn’t want to venture to guess how many he’d slept with. How many of them had worn this bathrobe and squirmed on that very shower seat while Rodney took his pleasure?
Picturing it sickened her. The evil brother didn’t help matters. Their weekend tryst had turned into an exotic one-night stand.
Rodney dropped her bag inside the door and disappeared again. She dressed with mechanical motions, no longer caring how she
