it to the counter near the sink. Grabbing the bottom of her sweater, he pulled it upward as she lifted her hands, and he gently removed her top, adding it to his pile of clothes. He unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts, dragging his hands over her nipples, pinching them slightly.
Sucking in a quick breath, she toed off her shoes and slid her pants and panties down her legs. Now, as naked as he, they stood and faced each other. He held her hand, then glanced at her splint. Concern knit his brow as he said, “You can’t get that wet.”
“I can take it off. I only do so long enough for me to wash my hair, so it should be fine.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut in, “It’ll be fine. We’ll just be careful.” Not giving him a chance to change his mind, she unfastened the Velcro and slid the splint from her wrist. Wiggling her fingers, she said, “I promise… I’m fine.”
“I’ll be careful,” he vowed, and she had no doubt that he meant more than just with her wrist.
He held her steady as she stepped into the shower before he joined her. She had wanted this to be about him, her taking care of him, but as soon as the body wash was in her hands, he took it from her. Lathering his own hands, he quickly washed his body before turning toward her, his soapy fingers gliding over her skin.
He massaged her shoulders and back, eliciting giggles as he washed her ass, murmuring in her ear that her body was perfect. He worked shampoo through her hair before rinsing it and adding conditioner. When they were both thoroughly clean, he wrapped his arms around her, turned so that the water was hitting him, and bent to take her lips.
The kiss flamed hot, and he easily lifted her into the air, pressing her back against the now-warmed tile wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she felt his cock nudging her sex and the soft hairs on his chest tickle her breasts. She had read about shower sex but had never attempted it. In fact, she had never had a partner who suggested it. As he kissed along her jaw and neck, she suddenly wondered if this was something he did often with the women he brought to his home. As ridiculous as it was to feel jealousy over something that happened before her, she could not help but say, “I’ve never done this before.”
He lifted his head from her neck and pierced her with his gaze. As he tilted his head slightly to the side in question, she continued, “Um... shower sex.” She was warm from the shower but now felt the heat of blush rising from her chest to her scalp.
“Is this okay? I want you comfortable, so if it’s not we can go to the bedroom.”
Shaking her head quickly, she licked the water droplets from her lips. “No, that’s not it. I’m comfortable. I guess it’s just… oh, never mind.”
Now it was his turn to shake his head, but he did it slowly, holding her gaze steadily. “Harper, I know we’re still new, but there’s nothing we shouldn’t be able to say to each other. I can’t guess what you’re thinking, but I need to know.”
With her hands wrapped around his neck, she forced down her embarrassment. “It just hit me that I’ve never had shower sex before and wondered if it was something that you’ve done… um… here…”
He closed the distance and placed a soft kiss on one side of her mouth, repeated on the other side, and then settled his lips over hers completely. She felt herself melt into him and realized that the answer to her wonderings was not important. About to tell him to forget she had said anything, she felt him separate, and her eyes jerked open to see a gentle smile on his face.
“This is new for me, too, Harper. Both of us have experience, but shower sex isn’t part of my past. And just in case you’re wondering, I’ve never brought a woman to my home before.”
Eyes wide, she sucked in a quick gasp. “Really? I’m the first?”
“You sound surprised. With my job, it’s hard to have a relationship, and I’m not about to bring just any woman into my home. With you? It was easy.”
Melting completely into him, her wide grin was interrupted by his kiss. No longer soft and gentle, their