From This Moment On - By Debbi Rawlins Page 0,66

or the delicate slope of her neck.

“I think you already got that spot,” she said, glancing back at him.

“You sure?”

“Yes, all three times.”

He smiled and soaped the other side. “When you were going to community college, did anyone ask you to pose nude for art class?”

“What?” She laughed, and spun around to face him. “No.”

“Fools.” He circled the pad of his thumb over a taut pink nipple. “Though I can’t deny I’m glad. I’d hate walking into a gallery and seeing you naked on a wall for everyone else to look at.”

Nikki slid her palms up his chest, leaning into him, amusement dancing in her pretty dark eyes. “So, you go to art galleries often?”

“Nope.”

“How many have you been to?”

He felt the right side of his mouth lifting. He ought to outright lie. It would be harmless enough yet wipe that smug expression off her face. Skimming his hand along her hip, he waited until the right moment and said, “None,” just as he slid his hand between her thighs.

She gasped and arched against his chest. “Sneaky.”

The friction of her stiff nipples rubbing against him tested his willpower. “I forgot to soap down here.” He parted her folds with the tips of his fingers, dipping inside only enough to make her tense.

“Pretty sure you didn’t miss that spot, either,” she whispered, ending with a soft moan that went straight to his cock.

“Better safe than horny.”

She laughed and tugged at his chest hair.

“Isn’t that the saying?” He braced his other hand against the tile wall for balance so he could better explore her. His fingers delved deeper, while he used his tongue to relearn the contours of her mouth.

She made the best damn sounds. Whimpers, moans, some of them a combination of both, others vibrating softly from her throat like a purr. She’d teased him about being quick on the draw, and he was a bit touchy about that because she wasn’t wrong. What she didn’t know was that it was all her fault. He hadn’t had a problem like that since he was seventeen. She made him want her all the time, even when they were apart. If he so much as thought about the way her eyes flashed when she laughed, he wanted her. If he pictured her full pink lips parting right before they kissed, he wanted her. Hell, he could probably watch her fry an egg and want her right then and there.

Fortunately for him, he wasn’t having a problem reloading quickly. What did worry him some was the degree of his infatuation. Something was off. He understood how watching her strip or kissing those lips could make him ache with a desperation that was humbling. But when they weren’t even in the same room? Thinking about her still made him feel as if he was going to explode just as he had as a teenager. The difference now was that he cared about what was right for her instead of just his own satisfaction.

Maybe he needed to tell her this physical reaction wasn’t normal for him. She might think he was lying, or maybe she’d be flattered that she reduced him to a helpless boy. That didn’t sit well. Flattered was okay, but not the rest. Another alternative could be to wait it out...after they made love a few more times it was likely he’d settle down. Or hell, maybe he’d better start jerking off an hour before he planned on seeing her. They’d made love before they got into the shower, and while he was already hard again, he wasn’t ready to pull the trigger.

He dragged his mouth from hers to find that sweet spot behind her ear. Her breathy moan came on cue, and he smiled against her skin.

“I think we’ve been in here long enough,” she murmured, tilting her head back and almost getting her hair drenched.

“Okay, we’ll get out.” He put his arms around her waist and lifted her.

“What are you doing?” She clutched his shoulders. “I thought we were getting out.”

“We will.” He hefted her up a bit more, and she hooked a leg around his middle. “Put the other one up there, too.”

With both of her legs wrapped around him, he kissed her right breast, then latched on to her taut nipple. He was careful using his teeth, not so much when he rolled and swirled his tongue over her tender skin. She pushed into his mouth every time she arched back and if she didn’t stop, he was going