The kiss they shared nearly buckled his knees and had him tumbling her onto the bed. But he held it together and took a step back even though he wanted to strip her bare and get closer.
He released one side of the bra and draped it over her shoulder. “I’m going to shower off the day.” He smelled like motor oil and horses. “Get ready.”
She had a better idea and hooked her hand in the front of his jeans and tugged him close. “I could use a shower, too. Wanna share?”
“I’ve been sharing my cookies, French fries, and life with you forever. Why not a shower,” he teased.
She reached over his shoulder, grabbed a handful of his sweaty shirt, and dragged it over his head and down his arms as he leaned over. Her eyes landed on his chest and that glint of appreciation in her eyes made him hard and hungry for her.
She tossed the shirt on top of the laundry pile, took his hand, and pulled him toward the door. Once she had him in the bathroom and the door locked, clothes went flying. He appreciated her expediency and thoughtfulness to turn the shower on to heat wearing nothing but pink with white polka-dot panties while she watched him drag off his boots and jeans. He didn’t know why, but those dots drove him crazy. Everything about her made him want her these days. And he loved it. And her for being perfect for him.
He kept the condom he pulled out of his jeans in his hand and stepped under the hot spray. He let his gaze follow those dots down her thighs and legs until she kicked the panties away and stood for a second just so he could look at her.
He took a step toward her, hooked his hand at the back of her neck, and coaxed her into the shower. “Come here.”
Skin met skin and warmed under the hot water sluicing over them as his tongue slid along hers in a deep kiss he dragged out just so they could enjoy being this close.
Liz hooked her leg over his hip. He slid his hand down her belly and dipped it between her spread thighs and found her wet and slick with desire. Her hips rocked forward and met his wandering fingers. He slid one, then two inside her. She nipped his shoulder and her nails bit into his back. He had her panting and moaning against his neck as she rocked against his hand and shattered with a scream he captured with another deep kiss. She leaned into him and he slid his hand up her body to cup her breast and sweep his thumb over her tight nipple.
She stepped back and took the condom from him. He took advantage of the space and leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth and suckled and licked while he filled his hand with her other breast and made her sigh. He could listen to her do that all day.
He heard the tearing of the condom wrapper and his cock twitched.
She pushed him up so she could get her hands on him. She stroked his length and he let his head fall back under the spray and just enjoyed the feel of her hand working his hard flesh and the water running over his head and down his back.
She rolled the condom on, then turned her back to him, bent over, pressed her hands against the wall, and looked at him over her shoulder. He knew that come-get-me look and gripped her hips and thrust deep, her round rump slamming into his hips as he seated himself deep in her heat. His groan echoed off the walls.
She pulled forward, then pushed back into him. He took her need and moved with her, holding her hips and guiding her back and forth as he lost himself in the rhythm and feel of her. Unable to hold on for much longer with her driving him to the edge with every push of her ass against him, he slid one hand around her hip and down to where they were joined. He slid the pad of his middle finger over that sweet little spot and made her sigh and rock against him.
“Yes, Tate. More,” she begged.
He gave it to her, thrusting deep and circling that little nub until her body tightened around his and she shattered. He gripped her hips and thrust deep again setting off another round