Page 98 of Trick Shot

She stumbles back, slipping a little on the tile, water pouring over her skin.

My eyes scan her up and down—dripping, naked, glowing under the shower spray like sin wrapped in light.

Watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with every sharp breath.

She’s trying to cover herself as best she can, but I still see more than enough.

“Jace!” she snaps, desperate to hide herself. Her cheeks are red, and I don’t think it’s because of the water temperature.

I take one step towards her. My foot lands on the tile, and water immediately soaks through my shorts, dragging the fabric down over my thighs.

She steps back.

“What are you doing?” she stammers.

“Me?”

Another step.

Now the water hits my chest, soaking my T-shirt.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day,” I say, voice low. “Can’t look at me. Can’t talk to me. But now you’re up here moaning my name?”

Her lips part and her cheeks flush even more.

I take another step. Now we’re both under the water. Me, fully clothed. Her, naked and trembling.

“Get out!” she shouts, body still bent in an attempt to hide from me—like I don’t know what her insides feel like.

I don’t get out. I step closer.

She stumbles back until the wall catches her, steam curling around us, water pounding over her bare skin.

I tower over her, wet cotton plastered to my chest, eyes burning into hers.

“Tell me why you’ve been running, Melody.”

She glares at me, her snappy little chin tilted up, trying to play strong while she’s shaking.

“I’m not running.”

“Bullshit.”

I reach up and press one hand beside her head. The other slides down, skimming her ribs, down to her hips, and then her thigh.

She sucks in a breath as I drag my knuckles between her legs, over her hand.

“You’ve been giving me nothing but silence and attitude all afternoon.”

“Because it’s what you deserve,” she snaps.

“That so?” I smirk.

She opens her mouth to say something else, but my hand moves hers aside.

My fingers press over her bare pussy, already swollen and slick.

She chokes on her breath.