Page 58 of Always Been You

"Wow. That must be a record. It usually takes me at least ten to get home from the other side of the lake." Mischief danced in her baby blues as she asked, "Tell me, was it the thought of me in the shower that gave you the lead foot or the fact that my door was unlocked?"

Relief washed over him. He'd missed her. A lot.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, making sure to turn the deadbolt as the realization that this was her idea of a joke sank in. That still didn't stop him from saying as he turned back to her, "Do you know how dangerous it is not to lock your door?"

"I do." She nodded in an exaggerated fashion as she pulled up her text messages and flipped the device back at him. "See? You told me."

His text telling her that it was dangerous to leave her door unlocked and that she needed to lock it now was illuminated on the screen.

She chuckled a little as she backed up a step. "Don't go all RGF on me."

He grinned, not able to help himself. "This isn't funny."

She lifted her hand, pinching her thumb and forefinger together. "It's a little funny."

"You could’ve just asked me to come over."

"Where's the fun in that?" She lifted one of her shoulders in a shrug and the light pink terrycloth material fell, exposing nothing but bare skin.

"What are you wearing under that robe?" His entire body grew tense with arousal.

"Hmm...I don't know." She said coyly. "Maybe we should find out."

She set her phone down on the entryway table and untied the belt. As the material slid down to the ground his dick grew so fast and so full he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in it.

The only light in the darkened house came from the moon shining in through the kitchen window and it highlighted her show-stopping curves. As his eyes traveled over the body that he now knew like the back of his hand, he was finding that his breathing was shallow and the air around them had grown thick.

As much as he'd love to turn her around and take her up against this wall, he had a better idea. He'd been too tired to take a shower at the station and after the day he'd had, that was exactly what he needed.

His hands itched to reach out and touch her now but he knew if he did they'd never make it past this entryway.

"You said that you were feeling dirty, I think it's time we take care of that." He pointed down the hallway. "Go."

He saw Jess's eyes flare with desire at his rough command but she didn't move. He'd spent the past couple of weeks missing the frustrating woman standing in front of him and between that and the stunt she'd pulled tonight, his patience was at an all-time low.

"Now." That time, his authoritative instruction worked.

Jess's lips fell open and she gasped as a faint blush rushed up her cheeks. She did an about-face and headed down the hallway. As she walked, his eyes devoured the view from behind and his pants grew even tighter. His gaze traveled from the humming bird tattoo on her left shoulder down to the lotus flower on her lower back. It sat just above the gentle slope that curved into her world-class ass that was swaying seductively back and forth with each step she took.

The rhythm was mesmerizing and by the time they made it to the bathroom, he was even deeper under her spell. Neither one of them spoke as Jess reached into the shower to turn on the water. Ethan began undressing. By the time she'd settled on the temperature she wanted, he was totally naked.

Just as his eyes had scoured her body, Jess's gaze drank all of him in.

"Damn," she breathed, a hint of awe in her voice.

He loved the way that she looked at him with an intoxicating combination of lust, desire, and wonder. Or maybe he was just projecting how he looked at her.

She started to reach out and touch him but he caught her wrist. "If you do that this is going to be over in about ten seconds."

"But think about how fun those ten seconds would be." Jess wagged her brows and as much as he was tempted to let her go, he didn't.

Instead, he tightened his hold on her wrist, spun her around, and guided her into the shower. During their time in Chicago he'd been gentle and loving, but tonight he wasn't in a gentle and loving mood.

He directed them beneath the spray of water and wasted no time exposing her neck and biting it with just enough force to sting. The high-pitched gasp that she made shot straight to his dick, causing it to bob up and strain for attention.

He lifted her arms above her head and flattened her hands on the tile as he pressed his erection against the slickness of her backside.

He dipped his head and his lips brushed against her ear as he gritted out, "In Chicago, I made love to you. Tonight I want to fuck you. Hard. Fast. And rough."

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