On the Steamy Side - Louisa Edwards [15]
He swept an arm across the low bench jutting from the side wall of the shower, knocking Bumble and bumble shampoo and Aveda body wash to the floor.
She jumped at the clatter of plastic bottles, but her eyes got really big when Devon settled himself on the ledge, long legs stretched out, erection spearing up fiercely from its nest of dark hair.
Devon patted his thighs and gave her a cheerful leer, hoping to jump over the fit of nerves this little interruption had brought on.
“Want to come sit on my lap?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “I promise I’ll give you a lollipop after.”
“My Aunt Bertie taught me never to take candy from strange men,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. God, what a picture she was, water coursing over her naked form, beading and dripping from the tight buds of her nipples and pooling in the shallow divot of her navel.
Devon licked his lips.
Her eyes followed the movement of his tongue. She mimicked him, maybe unconsciously, and her voice was strained when she said, “And boy, let me tell you, you are about as strange a man as any I’ve ever encountered.”
Devon let his gaze heat with his desire for her. He moved one lazy hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently in their sheath of flesh. Pangs of arousal shot up his spine and he arched his back slightly, never taking his eyes off hers.
She licked her lips again and said, “But since I’m on a new campaign to do the opposite of what Aunt Bertie always told me . . .”
With that, she stepped into the open vee of his thighs, ran her fingers into his wet hair, and bent to take his mouth with hers.
It was heatstroke, Lilah thought to herself. She was delirious from the heat of the water. Or the thickness of the sodden air meant she couldn’t get enough oxygen for a decent breath and her brain was slowly suffocating.
Something had to account for her trampy behavior. Lilah could hardly believe herself. First, okay, the decision to have a one-night stand. Definitely a little on the loose-woman side, but in her defense, the provocation was enormous.
He was, quite simply, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Far more appealing than his sheer masculine perfection, however, was the raw desire he didn’t bother to hide whenever he looked at her. The way it made her feel to be wanted like that—well. Was it any wonder she was being so forward?
Inviting him into the shower, shamelessly bending over for him, displaying herself to his gaze. Even now, she knew she should be shocked at herself, but if she were honest, all she really felt were sharp prickles of heat racing up and down her limbs, prompting her to go even further.
Lilah stared down at temptation incarnate, sprawled on the shower ledge like a decadent Roman awaiting the start of an orgy.
And he was hers for the taking.
The glass doors of the shower were completely fogged, enclosing them in a private world of heat and moisture that felt very far away from normal, everyday life, making it easier to let go.
His thighs were hard and strong where they rubbed against the outsides of her legs, the coarse hair there sensitizing her skin. She kissed him again, shivering despite the heat and luxuriating in the slick press of his tongue. When she had to either breathe or pass out, Lilah lifted her head and let her hands slide from his hair, petting the wet locks that clung to her fingers.
Lilah wanted to climb him, like honeysuckle up the side of a wall. The ledge he sat on wasn’t wide enough for her knees, though, and as she surveyed the situation, she wondered what he could possibly intend her to do.
Sit in my lap, he’d said, and with a flash of heat that made her lightheaded, Lilah thought she dimly saw what he meant.
Oh, Lord love a duck, this was going to end badly. She’d slip for sure, or her not-inconsiderable weight would be too much for him, or, or . . .
Lilah set her jaw and deliberately blanked out her over-stimulated brain’s nervous babble.
Buck up, girl.
Without giving herself a chance to chicken out, she straightened and turned her back on him, lowering