“You know that you’re actually doing me a favor, right?” he laughed. “I already told you how I feel about cold showers.”
“Well, in that case, I insist you stay.”
He laughed and stepped to the back of the tub.
She looked up in surprise, her wet hair hanging in her face. “You’re actually going to stay?”
“I take my fake marriage vows very seriously, Megan Vandemeer. Your wish is my command.” He grinned and crossed his arms, pressing his back against the wall to keep out of the way of the stream of cool water.
She chuckled and returned her attention to shaving. The sight of her nude form bent over her long legs stirred him again. Good God, how many times could he have sex in a twenty-four-hour period?
She giggled. “I wasn’t aware that marriage vows included staying in cold showers.”
“My fake marriage vows contain many unconventional promises.”
Her gaze returned to him, stopping mid-stroke with her razor. “And what would those be?”
He shrugged, grimacing with mock apology. “You’d have to marry me to find out.”
She finished with her leg and stood up, turning toward him with a seductive look in her eyes.
God, he wanted her.
Her eyes dropped down to his growing erection, then shot back up to his face. “Your vows include cold showers?” Her voice was deeper, thick with desire.
“Possibly.”
She placed her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes, but the teasing glint in her gaze told him it wasn’t foreplay. “Then you won’t mind this.”
Before he realized what she was doing, she grabbed the detachable showerhead off the wall and sprayed him with cold water.
He yelled and tried to jump out of the tub, but she grabbed his arm, laughing. “I thought your vows included taking cold showers with me.”
“Then after we exchange our fake marriage vows, I’ll be happy to comply. I can’t give up the milk before the wedding,” he laughed. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t need to buy the cow.”
She broke into giggles. “I bought a water buffalo last Christmas through Heifer International, so technically I already own one.”
He pulled the shower handle from her with one hand and pulled her to his chest with the other. “Then that would make you a bovine bigamist, Ms. Vandemeer.”
She eyed the shower nozzle, which Josh had pointed toward the tile wall. “What are you going to do with that?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “If I were an eye for an eye type of guy, I’d hold you down and spray you.”
“And if you weren’t . . . ?” A hopeful look crossed her face.
“I guess you’ll never find out.” He turned the water on her for a couple of seconds until she shrieked. Then, still holding her, he turned her sideways and reached for the faucet, turning off the water but leaving the showerhead dangling from the wall.
“You’ll pay for that,” she said between giggles.
He pressed her back against the tile and kissed her, playfulness turning to passion. Releasing the hold on her wrist, he pressed his palm against hers, interlacing their fingers. He pushed her arm against the wall while her free hand slid into his wet hair, holding him close. His erection pressed against her abdomen, and she reached for him, stroking his shaft.
“You’re a very resilient man,” she grinned against his lips.
“Only with you,” he said, his voice deepening.
He reached between her legs and she gasped.
“You really want to do this again?” she asked, spreading her legs wider for him.
He sucked in his breath, telling himself to slow down, but Megan seemed to have other ideas. “I told you that I had a hard time deciding between having you in the shower or on the bed. This is what I call a win/win situation.”
“So you like to have your cake and eat it, too?”
He dropped her hand, then cupped her ass and lifted her higher on the wall. “I definitely love cake.”
His mouth found hers as she helped guide him into her. She looped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on as he began to move.
“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” he asked as he pushed inside her.
She tilted her pelvis to take him deeper. “I have a pretty good idea,” she said breathlessly.
Neither one of them lasted long. Her soft whimpers nearly pushed him over the edge, but he held on until she came, too. When she cried out and tightened around him, he buried his face into her neck and dug his fingers into her ass cheeks as he plunged deep and hard inside her before coming.
He leaned against her and she started to laugh softly in his ear. “If that flight attendant knew how amazing you are, she probably would have fought harder to keep you.”
He nuzzled her neck, making her squirm. “She never had me. You had my full attention on that flight.”
“And now?” she asked.
He arched back to look into her face. “I’m all yours, Megan.”
“Lucky me.” She gave him a sweet smile, and he marveled that she was such a chameleon—soft and vulnerable one minute, mischievous the next, then seductive and sexy.
Her eyes, focusing on something behind him, widened in horror, so he looked over his shoulder to see what had startled her. Gram was staring at them through the partially cracked shower curtain, holding up a small camera.
“I knew he’d have a nice patootie,” the older woman said.
Her words jarred Megan from her trance. “Gram! What are you doing in here? Did you take pictures?”
“I heard all that banging and moaning. I thought we had a ghost. I wanted to get a picture of it. I figured we had a chance to be on that ghost show The Dead Files.”
“We don’t have a ghost! Get out of here, Gram!”
“Can I just get one picture of Josh’s ass?”
“No!”
Josh came to his senses and jerked the shower curtain shut, turning to face Megan. “How much do you think she saw?”
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see your backside drawn in charcoal and taped to her wall.”
“Oh, God . . .”
She laughed. “It could be worse. She could have seen the front.”
“If your grandmother is home, does that mean your mother is? Doesn’t she usually take her everywhere?”
Her amusement disappeared. “Oh, no . . .”
He dropped his hold on her, and she slid down the wall. Desperate to comfort her, he said, “I don’t think she’s here, Meggie. From what she said on her voice mail, she had a very full morning.”
“Okay.”
He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up to his. “Why don’t you listen to her voice mail to verify, and I’ll hurry and get dressed and go investigate. Okay?”
She nodded, looking worried.
“Babe, even if she’s here, it’s not the end of the world. She already expected us to have sex.”
“But if Gram—who’s as deaf as an eighteen-year-old dog—heard us, then my mother definitely did. I’ll never be able to face her.”
“Megan,” he said, gently. “I’ll take care of it.”
She nodded again, looking relieved. “Okay. Thank you.”