Page 47 of Tangled up in You

"What’s—"

"See you downstairs," he interrupted, followed by a light kiss before he rolled out of the bed, leaving her to frown after his naked ass as he left the room.

"Well, okay, then."

"Mmm…"

Steam billowed all around Alyssa while she kept her head bowed at just the right angle so the pulsating jets could beat against her back and neck. She could live in this shower the rest of her life and be a happy woman.

And, like the bed, it was big enough for four, with multiple shower heads that unhooked from their places, ensuring some good, clean fun could be had for everyone. If she had paid more attention when she’d gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night, instead of being in a hurry to get back to her men, she might have…

My men.

Were they? It felt like?—

"Lyssa?" Josh’s voice came at her from just outside the shower’s beveled double-door. "How do you take your eggs?"

Eggs?

That wasnotthe first thing she’d thought Josh would say to her once he’d found her alone.

"Scrambled with cheese, over hard, poached, omelet," she said loud enough he’d be sure to hear her over the spray and through the door. "So, basically just about any way you want to fix them. As long as the white’s not runny."

No reply came from Josh. Had he left?

"Josh?" She peered out through the glass as best she could. Was he moving around out there or?—

The shower door slid open and she kind of stumbled back, blinking hard through the water flowing over her head.

Josh.

Naked.

He stepped inside, water sluicing over his body as he closed the door behind him.

Now he was awetand naked.

"Mind if I share?" he asked, reaching around her—all that wet nakedness brushing against her breasts—his brows raised and grin sly as he held her gaze. She remained dumbfounded as he poured a liberal amount of soap in one hand, then set the body wash behind him on another ledge and stepped out of the spray.

"Lyssa?"

That same sly grin stayed on his face as he rubbed his hands together, then ran his soapy hands over his chest and down his abdomen. It was hypnotic. Just the motion of his hands rubbing circles and going down…down…

"Lyssa."

Her eyes flashed from the sight of him stroking his cock to his head back and eyes closed. And it wasn’t any kind of consciousdecision on her part, but she found her hands on his chest, spreading over his slick skin, before moving around to his back. The sight of her own soapy hands touching him—after not being able to touch him as she’d wanted to the previous night—was wondrous. As was his reaction when she pressed her front to his back, reached around his body, and let her hands join his at his cock.

His low hiss completed with the water now barely misting over them.

"I don’t want to come in the shower again," he grumbled, his hand under hers stilling and squeezing his cock.

"Again?"

"Mmm-hmm. A year’s worth.God…"

His groan as he took her hands in one of his and pulled her around, then urged her back against the shower wall, the water pounding over them matching her rocketing pulse.

"Josh," she whispered, lifting a hand to his face, seeing the kind of wonder in his searching gaze that she felt in her own heart. "A year?"

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