“I’ve got to taste you, Hannah,” he growled.
“Ah ah ah, not before washing off all this sand.” Teasing, she wriggled from his embrace and flipped her hair forward. “Help me with this clasp?”
The noise he made landed somewhere between a groan and a laugh, but his nimble fingers quickly unhooked her bra and peeled off her panties.
Funny, she expected to feel tight with self-consciousness. She certainly had the first time she stood nude before past lovers. But Xander’s worshipful gaze urged her to be bolder, wilder.
She reached for the shower faucet. “Hot is this way?”
“Hot is anywhere you are, beautiful.” Reaching past her, he adjusted the water until it flowed perfectly warm. “Can I scrub your back?”
“Of course.” She gave him her wickedest smile and stepped under the spray. With Xander watching her through the open shower door, the droplets felt like tiny kisses on her sensitized skin.
When he shoved his sweats down his strong legs, Hannah’s mouth watered at the sight of his long, sturdy cock bobbing up to smack his belly.
She crooked her finger, then gathered her hair to one side and gave him her back. With no real room to maneuver, Xander pressed tight against her, his water-slicked skin sliding over hers as he filled his palm with shower gel and glided his hands over her from nape to ass.
When he reached around to mold her breasts with hot, soapy hands, she leaned back onto his body and moaned in bliss.
And when his thumbs circled her taut nipples, her knees buckled.
His hand glided down her belly and over her mound, and she saw stars.
With a light, teasing touch, he soaped her throbbing sex, then pulled the shower head from its bracket to part her folds with a gush of warm water.
Hannah jolted and yelped.
“Too much?” Chuckling, he continued down her body, hosing the sand from her legs and feet. She watched it swirl down the drain as she struggled to catch her breath.
When the water turned cold, Xander apologized for the tiny tank and stepped out. He enfolded her in a fluffy towel. “Your throne, my queen.”
Laughing, she sat on the toilet lid. “You really are a cheese monger, aren’t you?”
“Can’t help it. The sight of you naked fries my brain.” He crouched at her feet, his erection jutting as he blotted the water from her legs and feet. Grasping her knees, he eased them apart and stared at her pussy, his eyes glittering. “So pretty, all flushed and pink.”
He kissed the inside of her knee, then feathered kisses up her thigh.
She clutched the counter to keep from falling. “Xander.”
“Mmm?” He nibbled and licked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His hot breath fanned her clit.
“Xander!” Bolting upright, she planted her foot on his chest and pushed him away.
He blinked up at her, face flushed, lips wet and glistening.
“Don’t you have a bed in this place?”
He gaped for a moment, then doubled over with laughter, his damp curls soft on her thigh. “Forgive me, beauty. Lost my mind there for a minute.”
With a sexy grunt, he stood and let her blot most of the water from his body before encircling her waist and towing her to the bedroom.
He flung the accordion door open, seized her mouth in a searing kiss, and tumbled backward onto the mattress, carrying her with him.
Hannah straddled him, planted her hands on his heaving chest, and pushed up to drink in the sight of his strong body, the muscular curve of his shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of his belly, and the naked hunger simmering in his eyes. Something dangerously close to joy simmered in her veins and danced over her skin. Trailing her fingertips over his pecs, she rocked her pelvis against him, and he bucked his hips, bringing his marble-hard cock into perfect alignment with her clit.
The room around receded into soft focus until all she saw was Xander, all she felt was his skin, his firm body beneath her, his breath in sync with hers. He gripped her hips, strong fingers digging into her flesh, and arched up off the bed as his cock slid between her slick folds in slow thrusts that turned her blood to flame.
Her muscles jolted, and she felt the electric tingle of approaching climax. Though she yearned to prolong this delicious sensation, she was rapidly losing control.
