Page 114 of Reckless

Then she’s gone again.

“Don’t get used to it.” I can’t wipe the smile off my face. “I’m just trying to get in your pants and figured this would impress you.”

“How shallow do you think I am?”

“Is it working?” I smirk.

She is moving about in the shower, but the glass is frosted and aqua blue, and I can barely make out her silhouette.

I’m about to push off from the doorway when Krista’s hand appears around the door, holding something. What is she doing?

Krista tosses her panties at me, and a sultry laugh follows as I catch them.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, my cock hardening at the thought of her hidden behind that glass.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Setting my wine glass on the counter, I stalk to the shower, holding her panties in my hand. When I look inside, there is a pile of clothes on the floor. It’s a huge space with marble walls and six showerheads, including a waterfall one at the far end.

I don’t give a damn about the shower or how it is going to work. My eyes follow the line of her legs, the sweet spot between her thighs, her toned stomach and gorgeous tits, finally her face. She stands naked, watching me.

Her head tilts as she sips her wine nonchalantly. I toss her clothes out of the shower, kick off my shoes, then pull off my shirt and pants. She continues drinking the wine, but her chest is rising and falling as her breath quickens as I get naked too.

When I move towards her, she lowers the glass. Her lips are wet with wine and her eyes are full of lust. I take the glass and step up close, tipping it over her chest. She gasps as the cold liquid runs down over her breasts, dripping to the floor between us.

“Now I’m all dirty,” she breathes out.

“Better clean you up then.”

Her gasp echoes around the shower when I dip my head and lick the wine, following its path until her nipple is in my mouth. I look up and speak with it still caught between my lips.

“Although I plan to get you even more dirty first.”

I get down on my knees and lick a trail of wine down her stomach, dipping into her belly button before flicking out against her clit.

Krista slams a hand against the wall to steady herself, and I laugh against her as I drag my tongue through her slit. She fumbles with the controls and the shower starts behind me. The cold splash of water has me yelping, and I jerk forward, grab her hips and press up against her as she laughs and messes with the dial again.

“Fuck, that was cold.”

After a few seconds, the water turns hot. I stand up and she pouts.

“For that, you won’t get my tongue.”

“Oh?” she lifts a brow. “Who is losing out, really?”

I’ve made it pretty clear how much I love her riding my face.

“Yeah, never thought that one through,” I grin.

She runs her hands through my hair and smiles. Then her hands go to my shoulders, and she pushes me back down. Krista knows exactly what she wants, and she isn’t shy about letting me know.

Fuck, I love this woman.

We get room service the first evening, and for breakfast the following day, which we spent watching movies and fucking in the bed, and the bathroom. Her fascination with the bathtub is a novel experience for me, but watching her tits bounce in my face, wet and soapy, is a new memory for when we’re apart.

On the second day, she does a lot of writing and planning for the convention while I read her book. I’m almost finished, which is no mean feat given I can’t even remember the last time I cracked the spine on a book before this.

Luther arranges for the balcony of one of smaller restaurants in the hotel to be closed off, so we don’t have to eat in the room again.

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