Page 22 of Vegas Heat

I already fucking miss him and we’ve been apart all of four minutes.

This isn’t good.

I’m in deep. Way too deep for how little we know about each other. He didn’t even tell me he used to play baseball, but hedidshake his head with silent laughter when I asked him if he was a Dodgers fan. I guess that makes a little more sense, too.

It’s fine. I’ll let him keep his secret.

That way I can keep mine, too.

I bid my friends goodbye, grab my suitcase, and head back to Cooper’s room. He throws the door open and basically attacks. “Shower with me,” he demands once we come up for air.

“Can I brush my teeth first?”

He laughs. “Be my guest.”

“I’ll go fast. Promise.” I brush my teeth in record time, and as a fun surprise, I decide to strip naked. I open the door and step out into the living area of our hotel room, and his jaw falls open.

“I think I want to marry you,” he says, and heat floods my core at his words.

We’re nowhere near that yet, and it was obviously a joke, but now it’s in my head, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to move on from the former professional baseball player who just told me he wants to marry me.

He stalks toward me, the hunter as I wait quietly as his prey, and when he gets to me, he runs his palms along the sides of my torso, grazing the sides of my breasts before sliding them around to cup my ass. He squeezes as he pulls me against him, the fabric of his t-shirt rough against my nipples as his mouth crashes down to mine.

We stand there kissing a few beats, our tongues dancing in a hot, intense battle, and then he pulls back suddenly. He rips his shirt off and slides his shorts down his athletic legs, and then he grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. He starts the shower water and peppers kisses along my neck while we wait for it to warm up, and I pull the tie out of my hair. He steps in first and pulls me with him, and then he wraps his arms around me and kisses me in that deep, intense way he has as we stand under the spray of water together.

I’ll be honest. I’ve never taken a shower with a guy before.

It’s not that I’m totally inexperienced, but my most serious relationship was Jace, and college dorm showers aren’t exactly built for romance.

But this shower clearly was. It’s all encased in glass, and it has two showerheads—one which happens to be detachable. There’s plenty of room for two people, and there’s even a bench that’s probably designed for towels or shower gel but also would work as a seat.

He lets me go and spins me around. I turn to watch as he pumps some shampoo onto his hand then massages it into my hair, and I lean back as I let his fingers work his magic. I moan at the feel of his hands on me anywhere—even my hair—and he thrusts his very hard dick against my ass.

I grab the bar of soap and lather up my hands while he works his magic, and then I reach behind me, fisting his dick with my slippery hands.

“Jesus,” he grunts, and I grin. I can’t help it. Hearing him make sounds like that because of what I’m doing to him might be the biggest turn on of my life.

He pulls his hips back out of my reach then grabs the detachable shower head to help me rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I shampoo his hair next, and even though I ran my hands through it last night, I love the feel of the thick strands between my fingers. He’s quite a bit taller than me, so he bends down as I reach up to scrub, and he moves in to latch his mouth onto my nipple.

Have you ever tried shampooing someone’s hair while they’re sucking on your nipple?

It’s quite the distraction.

I manage to finish the job, and then we wash each other with the bar of soap. Our bodies slide together in a sensual way as we work, and once we’ve rinsed each other, he orders me to sit on the little bench.

He pulls the detachable showerhead down. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he says, and I do as requested. “Now lean back and enjoy.”

I lean back and watch as he sinks to his knees, and then I close my eyes as I wait for the sensations to hit me.

He doesn’t disappoint. He aims a burst of water right at my clit as he grabs a nipple between his fingertips with his other hand, tweaking and pulling in painful pleasure. He pulls thewater away and licks his way through my entire pussy, stopping to suck on my clit before dipping his tongue back in, and then he pulls his finger from my nipple to thrust it into me. He aims the water at my clit again as he drives his finger in and out, taking a nipple in his mouth again.

It's too many sensations. Pleasure on top of pleasure on top of pleasure.

I spiral out of control as wave after wave of bliss careen through my entire body.

And as the pulses start to slow, he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. I’m writhing on the bench, need and desire pummeling through me even though he literally just sated that ache, and hekeeps going.

Jace would always stop as soon as I hit my peak.

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