I gave her the signal to stop and she popped off immediately. Wild with desire and a filthy idea, I pulled her to her feet and spun her around. Her hands hit the shower wall in front of her as I grabbed her hips and sunk into her wet heat from behind.
Our mutual cries of pleasure echoed off the shower walls.
“Jace!” she cried as I leaned forward, panting into her neck, thrusting again and again.
Her hands stayed braced on the wall as I brought one of my hands down to stroke her clit. My other arm slid up her belly to where my fist lined up just below her breast, hugging her to me.
“I’m not letting you out of here until you come on my cock, one, more, time,” I grunted, accentuating my words with each thrust of my hips.
Polly was panting. “I don’t know . . . if I can . . . again.”
Opening my palm, I slid up to cup her breast, lightly pinching her nipple as my other hand continued the firm strokes at her center.
“Come for me, darlin’,” I breathed into her ear, “I’m waiting for you.”
It wasn’t until I felt her clamping around my cock that I finally gave into my own pleasure, shuddering and shaking, barely able to hold Polly upright as I followed her release with my own.
Eventually, Polly turned in my arms, our fingers threading together at our sides. Our lips met in a soft, breathless kiss. But this was Polly, and I couldn’t help myself from licking at the seam of her lips, begging entry. She pushed against my hands, moving back.
“Hold on, cowboy. I know you’re twenty-four and can probably go for days, but I need a minute to rest.”
Laughing, I pulled her into my arms, my hands smoothing down her body to stroke her butt, squeezing both globes in my palms.
“That sounds like a fun challenge.”
Lazing her palms down my back, she chuckled. “We have a few more hours. Let’s dry off, eat a donut, then do it again.”
I barked a laugh. “I like where your head’s at.”
* * *
“Why are all these donuts squished?” Polly asked, looking sexy as hell in a tank top and shorts, hair all wavy from air-drying, as she rummaged in the Daisy’s bag in her kitchen.
“You crushed them against your chest when you came in, remember?” I murmured into her neck, my lips brushing against the top of her shoulder. Now that I was finally allowed to touch her, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I nipped at the base of her ear, then licked the skin there. Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I grinned, loving how crazy that spot made her.
Polly turned in my arms, bringing her arms around my neck. “I can’t be blamed for my actions when I find someone lurking silently in my kitchen.”
“Honestly I’m just glad you didn’t throw the bag at my balls again.”
Polly playfully swatted me on the shoulder then turned to rummage through the bag again. I stepped to the side and leaned against the island countertop on my hip, my hand automatically coming to rest on the small of her back.
“You want to pick your own donut? I have chocolate, vanilla, and jelly filled.”
It was hard to focus on anything but Polly’s swollen lips, remembering what they were wrapped aroundago not a half hour ago. “You pick,” I said, voice strained. “Though I’m not too keen on the jelly ones.”
Polly looked like she was hiding a smile as she put one chocolate and one vanilla donut onto the plates in front of her.
“What’s that look for?”
She shrugged as she picked up the plates and headed to the table. “Your word choices surprise me sometimes. What twenty-four-year-old uses the word keen?”
“The best ones.”
Polly chuckled in response, and I pulled out her chair for her.
“Nah,” I said, sitting beside her. “It’s probably because I have older parents. I was raised differently than my friends. I didn’t have a cell phone until I was sixteen and wasn’t allowed to have social media until high school, not that I used it much anyway.”
“Were your parents’ strict?” Polly asked, picking up her chocolate donut and taking a large bite, but not before putting a paper napkin on her lap.
