I smacked his hip. "Liar."
"Okay," he said with a laugh. "Maybe a little bit."
"I promise I'm not usually such a mess in the mornings."
"I would be perfectly happy to wake up to find you wearing absolutely nothing in the mornings. Think of all the laundry it would save."
I stepped out of his embrace and into the shower. Yuri shadowed my moves. I didn't dare glance over my shoulder to get a look at what I was sure would be quite an impressive package. I worried that what little resolve I had would snap the moment I spied it. Instead I shoved my face in the shower spray and let the hot water spill over me.
Yuri's hands caressed my naked curves. I'd showered before with a boyfriend but this felt different. For one, we hadn't gotten busy under the covers yet. I felt like we were doing everything out of order. We hadn't even had one official date but I was pretty sure that drunken phone call last night qualified as a breakup. This morning felt like we were dancing around makeup sex without, you know, the actual sex part.
When I reached for my shampoo, he brushed my hand out of the way and took the bottle from me. "Let me."
I glanced back at him and nodded. No man had ever washed my hair. He took his time massaging the fragrant suds into my scalp. Eyes closed, I relaxed back against Yuri. Somehow he made the simplest thing so incredibly sexy and intimate. By the time he finished washing my long tresses, my tummy wobbled and my clit pulsed incessantly. I kept my trembling fingers interlaced in front of me and tried to get a grip on my wild emotions.
With gentle pressure, he coaxed me to turn around and face him. Carefully, he guided me under the spray. He threaded his long fingers through my wet hair as he rinsed it. When he cupped my nape and tugged me forward, I moved without hesitation. His lips found mine in a shockingly tender kiss.
I couldn't understand the way Yuri affected me. All the weeks of tension and sneaked glances came to a head there under the warm rush of water. I wasn't sure where this was going or what would become of our relationship but I had to see it through. I had to know if it was possible for me to be in a normal, loving, long-term relationship—and Yuri was the only man in the world brave enough to walk along that path with me.
"The things you do to me, Lena," he whispered against my lips. "You threaten my control like no other woman."
"Maybe control is over-rated," I daringly replied.
His fingertips grazed my cheek. "I thought this was only a shower."
"Then maybe you should help me get squeaky clean." Even as I spoke the bold words, I felt the ripples of anxiety rocking my core. Was I coming on too strong? Was I pulling off the sex kitten vibe? Did this make me pathetic or too easy?
His sinful smile told me everything I needed to know. Grabbing the bottle of body wash from the caddy mounted on the wall, he flipped open the top and squeezed a dollop onto his palm. The scent of coconut and verbena blossomed in the steamy interior of the shower. Yuri rubbed his palms together, creating a thick froth, and smeared the creamy suds all over my skin.
"Do you mind smelling frou-frou?"
"Judging by the bottles on this wall, I don't think I have much of a choice." His amused gaze jumped from my shower caddy to Vivian's.
"Sorry." I gathered some of the scented foam from my skin and swept my slick palms over his ridiculously sexy chest. "We don't have male guests here."
"Never?"
I shook my head and continued to wash his corded arms. "Vivian doesn't believe in pre-marital sex and I respect that. When I've dated someone, I kept my trysts confined to my boyfriend's place."
Our gazes held for a moment before he said, "Looks like today is a day of firsts for both of us."
His hand glided along my spine. I gasped when he grasped my bottom in both hands and gave it a playful squeeze. His forehead dipped to mine as his hand rode the curve of my hip and slipped down toward my bare mound. My heated gaze melded to his as his fingers stopped so very close to their final destination.
"May I touch you?"
Burning up with need, I breathed heavily. "Please."
At the first touch of his fingertips against my sex, I nearly fainted. My heart stuttered wildly and my belly did crazy somersaults. I licked my lips and pressed my flattened palms to the tile behind me.
"Open your thighs for me."
His whispered order made my head pound but I hurried to comply. Ever so gently, he parted the folds of my secret place with his soapy fingers. A sudsy fingertip swirled around my clit. My knees threatened to give out as he drew torturously slow circles around the throbbing, aching bud. "Yuri."
"Are you going to come for me?"
Oh God. If only it were that simple! "I want to but—"
"No," he interrupted with a tap to my inflamed clit. I shuddered with the intensity of his gaze. "Are you going to come for me, Yelena?"
"Yes." The breathless, shaky answer left my lips on a pleasured sigh. Those magnificent fingers of his framed my clit and moved side to side around the stiff nub. My eyelids drifted together as lust overcame me.
"Look at me," he urged, his voice husky with desire. "I want to watch your face while you come."
Gripping his wrist, I kept my gaze glued to his while those skillful fingers manipulated my swollen clit. Our shared breaths mingled as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My thighs tensed and my toes curled. I relished the frantic frissons of white-hot delight spearing my core.
And then it happened.
"Yuri!" His name fell from my lips on a stunned a cry and echoed in the small bathroom. "Oh!"
"Come," he commanded. "Come for me."
And I did. I came so hard my knees knocked together and I started to slide down the tile. Yuri was quicker, stronger, and caught me before I could fall. Chuckling, he kissed my neck and cheek. "Are you all right?"
"Not really," I murmured with a little laugh. "Oh my God." I clutched at him and pressed my cheek to his chest. "I haven't ever been able to have an orgasm that easily."
He tangled his hands in my hair and tilted my head back for a passionate, demanding kiss. "I meant what I said earlier. You always come first."
"And you?" I nipped at his lower lip. "When do you come?"
"With you, after you, whenever you'll have me."
I reached between our bodies and grasped his rock-hard shaft. The soapy suds clinging to his steely length slicked the slow downward stroke of my palm. "I think I'll have you now."
"Kitten…" He kissed me again, crashing our lips together in a needful mating of tongues. His low groan ricocheted off the tile as I worked my hand up and down his thick, long cock. When my other hand slipped down to cup his sac, Yuri let loose a string of Russian curse words, the kind I'd only heard Vivian use when she stubbed a toe. His grip on my waist tightened as I sped up my stroking hand. He said my name with a growl. "Yelena."
His eyes flashed open a second before I felt the splash of his blazing hot seed on my belly. My name escaped his lips on a whisper as he came hard. When the last drop left him, he claimed my mouth in a kiss so erotic that it left me dizzy.
Yuri dragged his fingers through the pearly white essence dotting my brown skin. "So fucking beautiful," he murmured before kissing me again. He captured my gaze. "Let me stay with you."