yet far enough away to make sure nobody had seen him.
He hadn’t expected Charley and Kenny to grow so close, in fact, that had almost thrown a curve ball at Jimmy. For a very brief moment it had made him think twice about revising his carefully laid out plan. But it now seemed that Charley really did still love Vince Maine, and Vince Maine really did still love Charley. And that was good. It was imperative that things stayed that way. It would be ideal if they could resolve their differences and be back to that sickeningly perfect couple they’d been before, but, even if that wasn’t the case, even if things still weren’t perfect, Jimmy knew that the impact of what he was about to do would still leave everyone reeling.
Making sure every drop of liquid had been drained from his tumbler he stood up, quickly checking to make sure he wouldn’t be seen as he left the bar. Things were going to plan for Jimmy Cash. Everything was working out just as he’d hoped it would. He was on track for the finale he’d waited so long for and this time, he was going to be the one who had the happy ending.
***
Dominic leant back against the bathroom wall, running a hand round the back of his neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt. The heat of the shower and the sight of India’s naked body soaped up and doing everything in its power to turn him on like he’d never been turned on before was making him feel light-headed and dizzy.
She was putting on one hell of a show; this woman really was a walking wet dream, a living fantasy, and he defied any man to stand where he was standing now, watching what he was watching now, and not get a hard-on from heaven. It was all he could do not to go down there and bring himself to that climax that was aching to be released. But that would be a waste, wouldn’t it? He needed to be with her, inside her, making himself a part of her but, Jesus, she was making the waiting hard.
He watched as she slowly rubbed soap all over her skin, the water cascading down over her incredible naked body, running down between her legs, making everything soaking wet and sexy-as-hell, sending every imaginable fantasy crashing through his head like some speeded-up porn movie.
When she closed her eyes and began rubbing the soapy bubbles into her breasts in slow, circular movements he could take no more. His willpower had run out and he ripped off his clothes like a teenage kid about to indulge in his first proper fuck, joining her under the warm jets of water, pushing her up against the shower wall, kissing her hard and fast. She responded with kisses just as deep and rough, clinging onto him as the water continued to cascade over them, making them both slippery and wet.
She felt him hard against her thigh, and she put up no fight when he lifted her up, pushing her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around him as he pushed into her with a force that made her cry out loud, throwing her head back as he thrust into her.
The water raining down on them, coupled with him deep inside her, only heightened every feeling she was experiencing, every inch of her body tingling every time he moved, every touch of his lips on her skin making her moan and scream and she never wanted it to end, never wanted to let him go.
It was the most incredible, mind-blowing sex he’d had in a long while, and Dominic MacDonald had slept with some of Hollywood’s most beautiful leading ladies. But none of them even came close to India Walsh. None of them had made him feel as though every inch of him was on fire, none of them had made him want to take a vow to never even think of another woman if he could have this girl for the rest of his life. She fucked with his head, she made him crazy, she had baggage that – under normal circumstances – would have meant he would never have even looked twice but then, so did he, didn’t he? Now. Now he had baggage too. Baggage they shared, complications they could identify with. And he never wanted to have to say goodbye to this woman.