was still out there, moving around in the kitchen. Something was bothering him, but she didn’t know what. He’d told her he’d clean up and although she had wanted to argue, she hadn’t pushed.
Not once she saw that glint echo in the back of his eyes. He tried to hide it, and she let him, because there was no point in pushing him when he retreated into one of his moods. Besides, she got damn tired of washing dishes.
She’d tugged the journal out of her bag, thinking she’d just jot a few things down, but then she’d remembered she was supposed to actually be doing these things and she’d told herself she’d do one thing today.
One thing.
“Take it into the damn shower.” She headed into the bathroom. Hitting the lights, she laid the journal on the marble counter as she stripped her borrowed sweatshirt off. The bathroom was ridiculously lavish with a shower bigger than a queen-size bed. There was a long bench along two of the walls and before she could change her mind, she tossed the book onto one of them. That should do it, really. It would be in the shower with her. In there, where it wouldn’t get too wet. She didn’t have to get it soaked, right?
Just looking at it there made her uneasy so she turned her back to it and focused on getting the water going. She’d just leave it there. If it got wet, it got wet. It was in the shower, after all.
Once she had the water going, she was able to forget about it. A little. Standing with the hot water blasting down on her, she sighed, welcoming the pulsating blast of water coming at her from the multiple showerheads. That was just about perfect, she thought. Just about perfect.
Turning around, she angled her back under the main spray and opened her eyes.
A shriek escaped her as she caught sight of the shadow at the door.
“Damn it, Zach!”
He chuckled and slid the door open, eyeing her with a look that was rapidly becoming very familiar. “You’re wet.”
Shoving her hair back from her face, she glared at him. “I’m in the shower. You get wet in these things.”
He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. “Is that a fact? I should try it out.”
She might have had a response to that. If she could have thought. About anything, other than the fact that he had just peeled his shirt off and was now unzipping his jeans.
In a matter of seconds, he was inside the shower and as he came to her through the crisscrossing sprays, her heart jumped up into her throat. “Zach . . .”
She licked her lips and shifted around so that the water wasn’t constantly running down into her eyes to blind her. That, unfortunately, or fortunately, maybe, had her with her back against the wall. He followed her and caught her around the waist. “You do get wet in these things.” He hauled her close. “Imagine that.”
“Very wet.” She groaned as she felt the head of his cock nudging her against her belly. “We . . . well, I didn’t exactly bring anything in here. I wasn’t planning on water sports.”
“I was.” He flashed a packet at her and tore it open. “I heard the water come on and made a detour.”
She tugged it away from him and tossed the wrapper onto the bench after she’d pulled the condom out. It missed and landed on the floor, but she didn’t care.
As she started to unroll it, Zach’s chest shuddered. His hands gripped her hips, fingers kneading her flesh restlessly. “Hurry up,” he rasped, dipping his head to rake his teeth down her neck. “Fuck . . . hurry.”
“Impatient.” She smoothed the thin shield of latex down over him and before she could say another word, think another thought, even blink, Zach had her in his arms. He boosted her up and she caught her breath, staring into his eyes as he wedged the head of his cock against her sex and pressed.
“Now.” He stared into her eyes, watching her like he sought to see down into her very soul. “Right now.”
She nodded, sucking in a breath. It wasn’t enough . . . she was still scrambling for oxygen, scrambling to think, to function as he slowly sank inside her.
“You have no idea.” He stared down into her eyes. “No idea how bad I need this. Need you. I waited . . . I