“You have to stop referring to me that way.”
I moved closer to the shower. “Why?”
“It sounds nasty when you say Agent Barron.”
“Which is why I’m saying it.” I got to the shower. “Come here, Agent Barron.”
Smiling, she walked over. She moved her gaze to my cock and let out a long breath. “Yes, sir?”
I could still feel the warmth of her pussy hugging my cock. “Have you heard from Stein or Richards yet?”
“No one’s called. When I woke up, I checked with Sheriff Michaelson. They’re still searching for Vernon.” She dropped her gaze to my chest.
Feeling devilish, I flexed my pecs.
She shook her head. “Wow. Someone’s feeling flirtatious.”
“I would like you to dry up and come to bed.”
“Is that it?”
“Perhaps, you could open your legs too.” I entered the shower and drank her beautiful image in. It took two seconds for me to realize that the space wasn’t meant to accommodate two. Not that I really cared.
Water trickled down her breasts and slid over her stomach, then, down, down to the dark hair that shielded her sex. I almost drooled.
She grinned. “Perhaps, I can add you to my shower routine.”
Those words helped me snap out of my trance
“I’ll be helpful.” My voice came out like a greedy growl. I grabbed the body wash, soaped my hands, and reached for her breasts. Then, her soft flesh was beneath my hands. Her nipples stiffened under my touch.
She giggled. “If you keep this up, I may never be able to shower by myself again.”
“That’s what I was hoping.”
She raised her hands and slipped them down my chest. “Did you sleep well?”
“I dreamed about you.”
“A good one?”
“The best one in years.”
She took the soap from the glass tray and lathered her own hands. “And what happened?”
“Hmmm. I would rather show you, then tell you.” I slipped my fingers along her nipples.
Then she worked her own magic, placing her soapy hands on my chest and then slipping them down my abs.
I groaned. “Don’t ever leave the bed until I give you permission.”
“Is that right?” She lowered those soapy hands to my cock.
“Yes. I’m the one in charge.”
“Are you?” She pumped my cock. Base to tip. Base to tip. The soap had made her hold slick and my length slide easily in her grasp as she stroked again and again.
I groaned. “Goddamn it.”
Two could play that game. The water beat over me, washing away the soap from my hands. The spray fell, not stinging my skin, but warming me. Tenderly, I left her breasts and caressed the rest of her body. Then, I dipped down to that lush pussy.
“Mmm.” She widened her legs and let me in with a quick gasp. Her folds were slick from the shower and her own arousal. It would be so easy to lift her up. To take her against the wall with the water pounding down around us.
God, she has to be mine.
We made out within the rising steam and warm spray. The touches were soft. Tender. Our mouths touched. No voracious hunger this time. The lust was still there, but easy. Gentle.
I kissed her, and swept my tongue against hers, enjoying her moans and most definitely loving the firm grip of her hands on my cock. Hunger built. Pleasure grew, and I touched her everywhere, falling in the sweet slickness of her silky skin.
My fingers swept over her. I found the button of her need—her throbbing clit. I stroked it with feather touches and then I pushed my fingers inside of Haven. Not too fast. Not too deep. Just enough to make her hunger sharpen.
And she pumped those soapy hands on my cock. It made me lose my concentration.
The base of my spine tightened. My climax was coming, but I wanted to be in her. Needed her flesh surrounding my cock, clenching and holding so tight.
“No.” I moved my fingers from her pussy and gently lifted her hands away. “I want to come from more than your hands.”
Grabbing Haven by the hips, I lifted her up and positioned my cock against her. She gasped as I pushed my cock through those wet curls so I could feel her slick heat.
There. Right there. That’s what I needed. So close.
I kissed her. There was no more tenderness. No more sweet licks. The kissing turned hard. Deep. Craving. Lusting.
“Oh.” She straddled me, taking my cock like a pro. I shoved and pushed inside of her wet pussy some more, and she gave me swift downward thrusts of her hips. Her eyes locked on mine.
Her sex squeezed me. She rose and then slipped down. Fast. Balls-deep in a move that had her sex rippling around me. So tight. So perfect.
I drowned in her.
The warm shower sprayed onto us.
It was an orchestra of lusty pleasure. Wet, soapy flesh moving against wet flesh. My hard, throbbing cock pumping within that sweet creamy pussy. Moving fast, the rhythm wild and driving us both toward release.
Her breasts rose, bouncing lightly. I had to have a nipple in my mouth. My lips closed over her breast just as her climax ripped through her.
“Oh!” Her sex contracted, milking my length as she rode her orgasm. “Oh!”
A roar burst from my mouth. “Haven!”
And I came, erupting, within her. So long. The pleasure wrung through me. Ripping me apart, owning me. Every muscle, every cell. So. Fucking. Good.
My heart pounded like a fucking drum. And I could taste her. Smell her. Feel her. And still, I couldn’t get enough.
As the last spurts of semen left my cock, her sex trembled around me.
So good.
I lowered her, and it took me a minute to regain my composure. I had been lost in her—in the moment.
“Jesus.” She tried to move away.
I brought her back to me and whispered against her skin, “You’re trouble.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“How?”
“I fucking can’t get enough of you. I knew that would happen and still I took you.”
She frowned. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
“Then, we’re both screwed.”
“We are.”
“Fuck it.”
The silence descended within the shower.
We washed up. I helped where I could, knowing that I was completely barreling in on her shower time.
When we ended, I gave her a towel and took one for my own.
We both left the shower. However, she remained inside the bathroom, brushing and blow-drying her hair.
I wrapped my towel around my waist and went into the bedroom.
There was tons of things I had to do that morning. But no one had called yet. Vernon had not been caught. Forensics would still be analyzing.
I’m going to enjoy the quiet while I can.
With just my towel on, I lay in bed ready for round three. Every now and then, I glanced back at the bathroom and peeked at Haven.
I don’t know why you’re doing anything to your hair. I’m going to mess it all up again.
No one had called or knocked. At this point, I would take as much free time as possible, fucking Haven’s brains out.
When the sound of the dryer ceased, my cock jerked to attention.
Calm down.
Haven stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was in a perfect ponytail. Not a strand out of place. She’d applied some makeup, a light touch at the eyes and a sexy coat of red on her lips. She wore black pants and a white blouse.