Page 76 of Racing Heat

She arches her back into me. “Okay.” Her words come out all breathy and lazy. I can tell she’s going to be ready for round two in that shower.

I reach around her and open the door. She steps in and under the center of the spray. Both heads meet in the middle, covering her body with warm water. Her brown hair is growing wet. It’s the sexiest fight I’ve ever seen. I just stand there and stare at her.

“You are perfection,” I tell her. “What I wouldn’t give to have this view every morning.”

She giggles. “Well, I’m sure that could be arranged for some mornings, but not all. But if you’re really that in love with the view, take a picture, because I need you to come into this shower with me. I was promised some fun this morning, and while I can have it in here alone”—she trails a hand down her toned stomach to her pussy— “I’d much rather have it with you.”

I chuckle. “Okay, give me a second.”

I leave the bathroom and grab for my phone. I hurry back into the bathroom, pulling up the camera app. I snap a picture, and she laughs. I snap another as her hand cups her pussy.

“Whenever you’re done taking pictures for your spank bank, you can come in here and play with the real thing.”

I choke on air at her boldness. She laughs as I cough it out and clear my throat, discarding my phone on the counter.

I step into the shower with her. “I think this is going to be my new favorite room in the house.” I back her up so that she’s up against the shower wall. The spray is mostly hitting me. I command her lips with a kiss and let my hands run up and down her sides, stopping to cup the sides of her ass and brush up against the smallest bit of her breasts.

Her hips do a bit of a circle, like she’s trying to get some friction. I pull back and see that her blue eyes are almost a navycolor and full of desire. I dip my hand between us and cup her sex. She moans at the contact, her hips bucking up, letting me know that she wants more.

“You are always so greedy with me,” I whisper.

“I really want you.”

“You mean you’re not always like this? Naturally greedy?”

She shakes her head slightly. “No, Jase, it’s you. You make me this hungry for you. You and only you.”

I claim her mouth while I claim her pussy. I dip my fingers into the folds, feeling her push into my hand as she circles her hips. “I really wanted to get in here and take my time with you, but fuck, I don’t think that I can.”

I grab her leg and enter her. She cries out as we become joined. “This might be a little hard and fast.”

She just nods and pulls my mouth back to hers. Holding her leg around my waist, I use it as leverage to pump in and out of her faster. She’s moaning into my kiss, and I pull back and trail soft kisses down her neck. She arches into me, pushing her breasts in my face as much as she can from this angle. I know what she wants, what she needs. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth. It pulls me out of her slightly, but Cassie’s not having that. Grabbing ahold of my hip, she forces me back inside her.

I tweak the nipple that was just inside my mouth, and she moans and calls out for more. I give her more, moving faster and faster so that the only sounds that can be heard in the shower are our moans and the slapping of skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, please. Give it to me.”

I work her harder and faster until I feel her pussy clamp down. That’s all it takes for me to spill into her as she rides out the wave of her own orgasm. Waves of pleasure crash over me,and all I can do is hold on to her and watch her face, the way her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are wild with desire.

“You are absolutely incredible,” I tell her when my breathing has slowed.

“Why, thank you. You are so unexpected in the best way possible.”

I get ready to ask what she means by that but decide against it. Instead, I lean down and give her a tender kiss. “We should get you cleaned up so that I can feed you.”

She nods in agreement. “Yeah, for some reason I’m starving.”

I chuckle. “Me too.”

I move so that she can stand under the spray of one of the showers and I take the other. She runs the water through her brown hair, and I reach for a bottle of my shampoo and squeeze some out. “May I?” I ask her, holding up my hands.

She nods and turns around, and I rub the lather into her hair, making sure to massage the scalp as I go. She moans and leans back into me.

“That feels so good.”

“You seem to say that a lot when I touch you,” I tease her.