Page 34 of First Impressions (Passion and Perseverance #1)

She crossed the hall back into the bedroom, glancing at the bed and wondering what she was in store for.

In the bathroom, she checked to make sure there was shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel inside of the shower.

She turned on the water, letting it start to steam up the room.

Dropping the bathrobe on the floor next to the shower door, she stepped into the hot stream of water.

She closed her eyes as the heat warmed and washed her body, soothing her aching muscles.

Squirting some shampoo into her hands, she lathered it into her hair, massaging her head for a minute before turning around to let the water wash away the suds.

Her eyes were closed as she rinsed out her hair when she felt a cool breeze rush over the front of her body; her nipples hardened with the sudden temperature change, goosebumps spreading all over her body.

She didn’t have to see at that moment to know that Darcy had opened the shower door and was watching her.

Wiping her face with her hands to make sure there was no soap left in her eyes, she moved her head out of the shower stream and opened her eyes; her gaze instantly met his.

He stood outside the shower, with the door open, naked and very aroused.

Fire burned through her, her body greedily awaiting the pleasure his stare promised.

“I’ll wash you.” His brief attempt at an explanation.

Sounded like that wasn’t all he was going to do.

And she was more than fine with it. Even though they had barely talked, about anything, all she felt around him was the consuming desire to be with him; he was like an addiction and she only came to her senses once Mr. High (and Mighty) was gone.

He stepped into the shower, ending all thought.

She stood there, taking in the spectacular sight of him, aroused and glisteningly covered in water. He reached around her and grabbed the conditioner, squeezing some into his palm.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed mutely, stepping slightly out of the water and giving him her back.

He lathered the conditioner in his hands and slowly massaged it into her hair and scalp.

Her eyes closed and she felt like she could have fallen asleep right there; he was an incredible masseur.

He massaged her temples, along the top of her head, and when he got to the back of her neck, her head draped forward in utter relaxation.

He spun her back to face him and inched her back under the water, letting it wash the conditioner out of her hair.

She peeked out at him from under her lashes as he began to lather up a washcloth with soap.

His face was intensely focused on his task, but she could feel the desire radiating off of him.

His arousal was hard and very, very large.

No wonder she was sore down there. As he finished, she turned back around into the water to wash off her face, suddenly self-conscious about standing in front of him naked.

She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to make his next move.

She felt the soft, soap-lathered cotton on the tops of her shoulders, rubbing gentle circles as he washed her back.

She’d never had anyone wash her back before.

Boy, could she get used to this. Done with her back, she heard him bend down as he began to wash her legs.

Moving up from her ankles to her calves, to her thighs, she winced slightly as the washcloth skimmed her ass, the skin still tender from his spanking.

His strong hands massaged her sore cheeks as he gently washed her skin, brushing the cloth in between her thighs purposefully close to her swollen folds.

She found herself sighing into the shower stream, enjoying his reverential treatment.

Resting his hands on her shoulders, he moved her around to face him again so he could finish his task.

She moved her forearms up and crossed them over her chest, semi-shielding her upper body from his view.

He scowled at her, the expression marring his pristinely handsome face.

His hands moved down from her shoulders to unlock her arms and force them to her side.

A look of desirous appreciation replaced the scowl and she saw his jaw muscles flex as his teeth clenched in need.

“God, you are exquisite.” His words came out in a harsh whisper and judging from how much larger his erection became, he really meant it.

Not quite the word she would use to describe herself, especially her naked self; when he looked at her like that though, she could easily believe him.

Her lips parted as it became harder to breathe with him staring at her like that.

She knew her nipples were hard and aching with arousal, in spite of the warmth of the shower, and she had a feeling that water wasn’t the only thing that was running down the insides of her thighs.

She shifted her feet closer together, trying to assuage the ache forming between her legs.

Her movement recalled him to his task and he reached for her right hand. Pulling her palm to his mouth, his kissed it as his other hand washed her arm. She gave a small moan at the pleasure that crawled from her palm to her breasts, to her core.

He repeated the exercise with her left arm, his gaze never leaving hers - a promise of what was to come.

With both her arms back at her sides, he continued his progress onto her breasts.

She inhaled sharply as the washcloth brushed over her aching nipple.

He gently kneaded each swollen breast, taking extra time teasing her nipples until she was biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming at the torture.

She couldn’t contain a moan as he set down the cloth and used his hands to wipe away the suds from her body.

They weighed and plumped each breast, his thumbs brushing continuously over her nipples.

She moaned as her hips began to unconsciously rock forward towards him; her stomach brushed the tip of his erection and she heard him hiss as his hands froze.

She saw he was so close to losing control, and God, did she want him to.

Their eyes stayed locked for the moment it took for him to regain himself enough to pick up the washcloth and finish his job. Before he touched her again, he leaned forward, his face next to her ear.

Her mouth parted as he licked around the edge of her ear and whispered, “You’re going to come again when I tell you to.”

Hit bit her earlobe as he pulled his face away. She felt her inner muscles clench in anticipation of his promise.

He brought the washcloth down to her folds and she almost collapsed at his first touch.

Seeing her unsteadiness, he moved her arms up to rest her hands on his shoulders, allowing her to use him for support.

She couldn’t hold his stare as his hand returned to her center, lazily rubbing the cloth between her folds and over her clit.

She was completely aroused; gripping his shoulders, she tried to push herself against his hand, wanting, needing more pressure on her core.

She was dangerously close to orgasming, holding her breath as the waves of pleasure brought her right to the brink, and then gasping for air as Darcy let off and pulled her back.

“Not until I say,” he scolded. She moaned in protest and he dropped the washcloth onto the floor.

Gripping her hips, she thought he was going to turn her into the water again but instead her senses jarred as he pushed her back against the cold tile wall; her whole body burned, the hot and cold blending and further heightening the sensations running chaotically through her body.

She watched him get down on his knees and turn his head into the spray, opening his mouth to collect the water.

His hands pressed her legs apart, as he faced her again, mouth full of water.

Their gazes locked as he moved his face in between her thighs and she felt his lips on hers.

She gasped loudly as he buried his mouth in her folds and pushed the water out, rinsing the area he had torturously washed.

She moaned, her head falling back against the wall, unable to distinguish for a moment whether it was the water or his tongue pressuring and massaging her clit.

His mouth left her to refill once more with water; her knees began to feel like jello and when his mouth and the jet of water returned to caressing her core, she didn’t know if she was even standing on her own anymore.

Her hands moved to his head, threading through his hair, pressing him closer to her.

His mouth empty of water, he licked and sucked her until she knew nothing else except the orgasm she was searching for.

Distantly, she heard herself moaning, begging him for release.

“ Please.”

The next instant, his mouth was gone. He stood up with his erection poised at her entrance, dancing lightly over her clit, holding her at the very edge.

He looked at her and said, “I want to watch your face as I enter you and then you are going to come.” She moaned deeply at his words, trying to sink herself onto him. “Do you understand?”

“ Yes, Darcy. Please.” Her words and her eyes pleaded with him to finish her.

“ Now!” He yelled as he rammed into her, entering her to the hilt in one stroke and shooting her over the edge.

Her release shot through her like lightning, pleasure searing every cell, and she screamed his name.

He pumped into her hard as her release precipitated his.

She heard his groan in her ear as she felt his arousal pumping his semen into her.