She cleared her throat. “I need to take a shower.”
“I bought a bag of Epsom salts, in case you’d like to soak.” Jared pushed to his feet. “Bathroom?”
Startled by his thoughtfulness, she managed to point down the hall. “Left side.”
He set off, presenting her with a view of a really gorgeous ass. Her gaze was riveted to its rhythmic clenching as he walked away, her heartbeat elevated by the realization that she’d pushed such a gloriously masculine creature to his limits.
Taking a moment to collect herself, Darcy stood and moved into the kitchen, realizing as she went that Jared had known the state of her body before she did—she was slightly sore. Breaking a year-long abstinence with a hard, pounding fuck with a well-hung man would do that to a woman, she supposed.
She was just digging through the shopping bag for the salts when she heard the rush of bathtub water surging through the house’s old pipes. He had purchased men’s combo hair/body wash and razors, too, which gave her an odd flutter of delight—he’d planned on staying from the get-go. She wasn’t going to read anything into it, but it was nice to know he hadn’t planned on yanking his pants back up as quickly as he’d dropped them.
When she joined him, Darcy found the bathroom door open and her new lover leaning over the triangular-shaped tub, testing the temperature of the water. He glanced at her as she filled the doorway.
“Now, this room,” he said, “fits you.”
“I had the bathroom redesigned after my parents moved out.”
She’d hired a contractor to gut the closet in the adjacent den to expand the home’s one bathroom into something she could live with. The room was still small, but it now accommodated a separate bath and shower, instead of the combo tub with showerhead that had been there before. The café au lait walls and tile, paired with accents of eggplant, gave the room a warm modern elegance she found soothing.
Jared held his hand out for the Epsom salts.
An odd tenseness spread through her tummy. “You came prepared. I take it riding a woman hard is par for the course with you?”
He stilled, his extended fingers curling into a fist. “Not really, no.”
She stepped closer and handed him the bag. She hoped his answer meant she got to him in a unique way, especially considering how he so easily devastated her.
Looking almost…chagrined, Jared dumped a heaping handful of salt under the running water. “I have a sister with no concept of TMI,” he said gruffly. “You might know what that’s like.”
She nodded.
“She said salt baths worked wonders after overenthusiastic nights. It seemed like a good idea to grab some, considering where things were heading.” He gestured her over. “Is this too hot?”
It wasn’t. With a grateful, slightly bemused smile, Darcy stepped into the small corner tub and sighed her delight. “Thank you.”
Turning off the water, he stood. He grabbed his toiletries and moved over to the floating glass shower stall. She relaxed into the neck pillow she kept on the ledge and watched as he stepped beneath the oversized showerhead. He was tall, but the flexible arm adjusted for that, and soon enough he was putting on a show she would have paid top-dollar for.
Completely oblivious to her avid perusal, he soaped his hair and chest, his hands roaming over his gorgeously ripped body with brisk efficiency. The scent of his soap filled the air and she swallowed hard, her mouth watering. A flush swept over her skin that had more to do with her new lover than it did with the heat of the bathwater. Jared Cameron was her darkest sexual fantasies in the flesh, his thick biceps flexing as he moved, his abdomen and pectorals clenching as his arms lifted to scrub at his hair. Soapy water sluiced down his tanned skin, making her pussy clench in renewed hunger.
When he turned his attention to washing his genitals, stroking his long thick penis in one hand and rolling his scrotum with the other, Darcy couldn’t ignore the pulsing between her legs any longer.
Laying one leg on the lip of the tub, she cupped her slick pussy and massaged the tender knot of her clitoris. The fingers of her other hand caught a nipple in their grip, rolling and tugging the aching point, sending shards of delight straight to her womb. She made a soft noise of need and his head lifted abruptly, catching her in the act of pleasuring herself.
She bit her lower lip in a deliberately provocative come-on, feeling sexy and naughty as his desire rose in response to hers. His cock thickened in his hand and she arched her back, remembering how the hard length felt moving inside her.
His resultant scowl wasn’t what she’d expected. Neither was the haste with which he finished rinsing off and vacated the shower. As he strode out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around his lean hips, she wondered if she’d crossed a line.
Deflated and embarrassed, her hands fell away from her body. She sank her head beneath the water, submerging herself as long as her lungs would allow.
When she came up for air, Jared was there. Standing by the tub with his arms crossed and a new condom rolled over his raging erection. She quickly swiped the water off her face with her hands, blinking up at him.
He uncoiled, stepping into the tub before she knew he intended to. Catching her beneath the arms, he hauled her up and set her ass atop her neck pillow on the wide ceramic edge.
“I wanted to wait,” he muttered, kneeling in the water and spreading her legs. “At least until after dinner.”
He dove for her pussy, his mouth latching on to her tender core and tonguing her cleft. He pushed inside her and she gasped, her hips arching. His tongue slid in and out, licking quick and shallow, luring her slickness until she heard how wet she was. He groaned and tilted his head, thrusting deeper into her, drinking her in as if he couldn’t get enough.
When she started to tremble, hovering on the edge of orgasm, he wiped his mouth on her inner thigh and stood. Darcy shivered at the look he shot her, the edgy hunger that seemed little appeased by their animal screwing on the couch.