her hands immediately going to the fly of her jean shorts, he decided that worrying was pointless.
Here and now was what mattered. Not tomorrow or the day after or the one after that. Just now.
Cora pushed the jean shorts over her hips and down her thighs, letting them slide to the ground in a soft, blue puddle. She wore simple pink and white striped underwear, which was trimmed with a touch of lace and a small, flat bow right under her belly button. They slid down her legs, too. Then went the floaty pink and yellow top, and her bra—something equally soft and feminine—until Cora was naked in front of him. She was beautiful beyond words, every part of her like a feast for the senses. Wild, wild hair tumbled down her shoulders, golden from the sun and brushing her pink-tipped breasts. Her tattoo stood out starkly against the slightly paler skin on her thighs. She let him look, basking in his attention.
There was no bashfulness about her now, just glowing confidence and sensuality. Unlike the first time they’d kissed, when she’d been eager and hesitant in equal measure, this time there was nothing holding her back.
“Stay there,” she said, sliding the shower door open and turning on the taps. Water filled the stall and quickly heated, causing steam to billow into the bathroom.
Cora stepped into the shower, reaching her hand under the water to test the heat. Then she let the stream run over her body. Seeing her naked and wet, hair growing dark and damp, cheeks flushed with wanting, was enough to bring him to his knees. Trent felt himself grow harder and harder behind the fly of his pants, a sense of aching flooding his veins.
He wanted Cora more than he’d ever wanted another woman.
It was almost painful to wait and watch, and he palmed himself in restless anticipation.
Cora didn’t miss the action, and it quirked her lips up, as though his anxiousness to join in the fun fueled her. She reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands and then sliding the bar over her skin. It circled her breasts, coating them in creamy lather, before dipping down over the plane of her stomach to foam the skin of her inner thighs. Trent groaned out loud.
“You’re killing me,” he said.
Her smile was damning. “Stay right where you are.”
“You’re getting off on my pain, wicked woman.” He took a step forward, but she held a hand up in warning.
“I get the impression you were never very good at following instructions.” The bar circled over her thighs, higher and higher. Then she took one hand and brought it up between her legs, grazing her sex.
“I’m not,” he growled. In seconds, his jeans and T-shirt were on the ground. His socks followed soon after. Then his jocks. “And if you think I’m going to miss out on the action, then you’re dead wrong.”
Cora laughed, her hands working over her body slowly. Sensually. He tracked the movement with hungry eyes, hovering at the opening of the shower. Steam fogged the glass walls and made her look like something out of another realm. She was unworldly and ethereal, so beautiful she couldn’t possibly be human. So beautiful she couldn’t possibly be real.
“I don’t want you to miss out on the action,” she said, reaching for him. Her hand curled around his wrist, and she tugged him closer. “Because then I’d be denying myself.”
“You want me, huh?” He swaggered toward her, pinning her against the wall. She gasped as her back hit the tile, the sound turning from shock to pleasure as he rubbed against her.
“Yes, I want you,” she said, looking up at him, her icy blue eyes wide and absorbing. “Too much, I worry.”
“Too much?” He brought his lips down to hers, kissing her hard and deep. She curled her arms around his neck and pressed against him, breasts flattening to his chest, hips swirling against his in time with the sensual sweep of her tongue. “No such thing.”
“I think there is,” she whispered. Her voice was almost lost in the rush of the water, to the drumbeat of his heart. “I’m not supposed to care this much.”
So she was having the same reservations at him, worrying that they were treating it as more than what it really was. He wasn’t sure if that comforted or unnerved him.
“Let’s enjoy this for what it is,” he said, peppering her neck with kisses, licking the water droplets from her skin. Letting