Just when I think things are about to really heat up between us, he releases me and I stare up at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Washing you,” he quips, holding up my loofa and body wash. “That is what you wanted to do in here, right?”
Asshole.
“By all means,” I mutter, trying to hide my irritation and failing epically as I turn away from him. His lips are stretched into a smile as he kisses my neck and even with my anger, I can’t stop myself from sighing. It’s not fair that everything he does to me feels so damn good.
Brushing the hair off my neck, he begins gently scrubbing my body with the loofa and his hand, massaging my aching muscles and putting me into a state of relaxation I didn’t even realize was possible. His gentle touch, the way he’s taking care of me after a terrible night reaches a part of me, a part that is buried underneath layers of stone walls to protect itself.
“Okay, rinse,” he orders and I turn, leaning into the spray as the water washes the bubbles down the drain. When all the soap is gone, I face him and move my hair so he can continue cleaning my front. He may have won round one but I'm confident washing my breasts is going to be much more distracting for him.
With hunger in his eyes, he begins washing me again, starting at my neck and slowly working his way down. When he reaches my breasts, he lingers, dragging the loofa over my nipples again and again until I'm desperate for more. Glancing up at me, he smirks.
Damn him.
“Feeling relaxed, baby?” He looks so fucking smug and I have half a mind to go grab my vibrator and make him watch while I finish the job myself. It would be less satisfying, but it might be worth it to beat him.
“Yeah, actually.” I fake a yawn and stretch my arms out. “I think I'm ready for bed. You want me to wash you first?”
He studies me before holding the loofa out. “Sure, that would be great.”
My teeth sink into my lip in an attempt to conceal my smile as I take it from him and motion for him to turn around with my fingers. He complies and I drag the loofa over his skin, my fingers trailing behind it in a whisper touch that’s bound to drive him crazy. When I get down to his lower back and my fingers skim over his ass, I swear he growls.
“Rinse.”
He turns and his eyes bore into mine as he steps back into the spray and I barely resist the urge to smile. This may be fun but I’m not going to let him win either. That’s just not me. When his back is free of bubbles, he closes the gap between us and a slow smile stretches across his face.
“Time for the front.” He glances down at his cock, hard as a rock and bobbing between us, to emphasize his point and I nod.
“Of course. Wouldn’t want you to be dirty,” I purr as I swipe the loofa over his chest. His Adam’s apple bobs as he watches me and I can practically see images of what he wants to do to me playing out in his eyes. With my free hand, I explore his body, touching everywhere but never lingering long enough to give him any satisfaction.
“Concede,” he commands, his voice gravelly and full of desperation and I flash him a smile as I shake my head.
“Never.”
“Keep it up, Princess. I’m only human and I’m going to lose my shit soon.”
I tilt my head to the side like I’m thinking about it as I skim my fingertips over his cock. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want it?”
“Eleven.”
“Hmm,” I hum, glancing down his body as I wrap my fingers around his length. “I don’t know. You don’t seem like you’re at an eleven yet.”
“Don’t test me, Carly.”
Releasing him, I place a dramatic hand over my heart. “Oh, we’re making threats now?”
He doesn’t say anything and I grip his erection again, stroking it a few times before I release him and push him under the water. The water runs over his body, highlighting all his delicious muscles, and he stares at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes desire pool in my belly. When he’s free of the bubbles, I hold my hand out to him and he takes it, pulling me to him as he steps out of the water, meeting me halfway.
With a smile, I lead him over to the bench and push on his shoulders until he sits down before climbing on his lap. His hand immediately grips my hips and he thrusts up, rubbing his cock against my core. I lean in and kiss him, a quick hot kiss that is sure to tease him even more, before moving his head to the side and kissing his neck. He groans, his grip tightening as he thrusts up again.
“What about now?” I whisper in his ear. “Still an eleven?”
“Yes,” he growls.
“I’m not so convinced.” I nip at his ear before pulling back and when our eyes meet, he’s glaring daggers at me.
“I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna hold you down and fuck you until you lose your goddamn voice. And when I come inside you and get you pregnant, I’ll name the baby “Eleven” so you never fucking forget that I’m at the number eleven.”
I throw my head back and laugh, not even able to stop it if I wanted to and he holds me closer, burying his head in my chest as he groans in frustration. I’m still laughing with tears pooling in my eyes when he pulls back and shakes his head at me. He may be horny as hell but there is still a smile teasing his lips as he watches me lose it over his statement.
“I fucking love the sound of your laugh,” he declares and my laughter dies down but the smile doesn’t leave my face as our eyes meet. If I’m being honest with myself, there is a lot about him that I’m really starting to like but admitting it is dangerous. Instead of saying anything, I lean forward and press my lips to his in a sweet kiss that hopefully tells him some of the things I can’t say.
This isn’t going to last and there is no future for us, but Chance is different from the other guys I’ve hooked up with. Maybe it’s just the fact that he came into my life when I was feeling vulnerable, but he means something to me even if I know it will inevitably end.
His hand slips up into my hair and he groans against my lips before pulling away. “Let’s get out and dry off. The water’s going to get cold soon and I have plans for you tonight.”
I nod and climb off his lap, turning the water off as he steps out and grabs some towels. He tosses one to me and I watch him as we both dry off, wondering just what his plans for the rest of the night entail. When I’m dry, I wrap the towel around my chest and secure it before going to the mirror. Before I can do anything, Chance steps up behind me again and with a smile full of promise, releases my towel. It falls to the floor, but he never takes his eyes off me, switching between my gaze and the reflection of my body in the glass.
He molds his body to my back and one hand wraps around me, positioned just underneath my breasts and the other slowly starts creeping down my stomach. Panting, I watch with laser focus as his fingers find my clit and his foot nudges mine. I spread my legs and plant my hands on the counter in front of me as he begins massaging my pussy, building me up to an earth-shattering orgasm quickly.
“Look at me, Carly,” he whispers in my ear and my head jerks up, my eyes finding his in the reflection as he slips one finger inside me. Moaning, I lean back into him for support but he quickly pulls it out and goes back to teasing my clit.