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“Everything okay?” she taunted.
He groaned. “You made me forget why I came in here.” His long, tanned fingers curled around the door as if to prevent him from launching into the shower with her.
She swept her tongue over her bottom lip. Water pelted her back, and the cold air from the bathroom blew over the front of her body, drawing her nipples into hard nubs. “Coming in?” She was tempting fate, playing with fire. But good lord she couldn’t help herself. She needed Toth’s hands on her in a bad way.
He stood still, and a prickle of unease touched her spine. Was he having regrets?
In one quick movement he fisted his shirt behind his neck and peeled the material over his head, revealing thick, tattooed muscle.
Her legs trembled with need. He kicked off his jeans and briefs and entered the shower. She backed up to allow him room, but his hulking form ate up most of the space. He towered over her, his body inches from hers, heat blazing from his flesh.
He didn’t touch her.
Standing there with him, naked but not in contact, was incredibly erotic. She expelled a breath, waiting several beats. If he wanted her to make the first move, so be—
He cupped her hip, dragging her forward. The friction of his leg hair on her groin made her want to spread her knees and climb around his waist. His eyes bored into hers and his lips parted a fraction. Droplets of water dotted his chest to trail down his torso.
Once again, she sensed something had shifted in him. The hard line of his jaw remained clenched, his body stiff. A tiny whistle of warning went off inside her, but if something was wrong, she didn’t want to know.
Not right now.
“Kiss me,” she said, loving how strong and brazen she sounded.
Need flashed across his face. He snaked his other arm around her lower back and drew her against him. She pressed her palm to his abdomen, reveling in every hard-earned ridge beneath her skin. Without a word, he bent his head and captured her mouth.
She gasped as his tongue sank between her teeth. His warm, heady flavor made her mouth tingle. She let her hand slip from the wall of his front—all the way down. She circled her fingers around the girth of the pulsing appendage touching her belly.
She wanted all of him. Every inch deep inside. His mouth moved from hers to place kisses on her cheeks, then fell to her neck. The hand he’d kept on her hip slowly caressed her ass, his fingers roaming lazily along her cheek.
Her knees knocked as he fit his hand between her legs from behind, touching her folds. “You wet for me, Sav?” Humor laced his words. He’d surely felt her slickness.
“Yes,” she choked out, not caring how pitiful she sounded.
She twisted her wrist, wringing the length of his cock. A guttural groan erupted from him. He slapped his free hand against the shower wall, keeping himself upright. “Jesus. You’re going to make me bust or pass out.”
A shiver of delight ran through her as she repeated the motion. He caught her wrist and roughly yanked her hand away then pinned it to the wall next to her. “Do you like playing with the devil, babe?”
She chewed the corner of her lip, majorly turned on by him meeting his breaking point. “I like playing with you, Toth.” She arched her back against the wall, needing him to touch her.
The warm-gray hues of his eyes swallowed her up. He held her there, not blinking, his chest not moving. The gentle hum of her body’s vibration synched with his, locking the two of them together in an invisible dance.
She inhaled, breaking the spell. When he didn’t budge, she wiggled her wrist in his hold.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
“You. I want all of you.”
His mouth quirked. “Be specific. Do you want me to lick you? Fuck you?”
Her pulse skittered. “Both.”
“Good.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and cradled her hips in his hands. He pressed his lips to the skin above her belly button then slowly made his way to her bikini line.
The shower became an inferno. Sweat mingled with water as Savannah kept her back pressed to the wall, her legs shaky as he nudged open her knees. He glanced up at her and brought his lips between her legs. The scruff of his beard brought an entirely different sensation, the soft scratch of his hair a sharp contrast to the smoothness of his lips.
His tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh. She gasped as the warm wetness of his mouth grazed her folds. Pleasure shot through her, and her knees buckled.
He positioned one hand firmly on her thigh, pressing her into the wall to secure her in place. He buried his face once again, his tongue moving in deliberate strokes. Her erratic panting echoed off the chamber around them, but she didn’t care. All her dignity was on the table, but she wanted nothing more than to come.