Page 56 of Dancing in Lake Mistletoe

She doesn’t turn around as I open the glass door and watch as she lathers shampoo in her hair.

“Are you coming?” she asks over her shoulder.

I slip in behind her and bring my lips to her ear. “I plan to.”

She leans back into my chest and blinks up at me as the soap from her hair slides down between our bodies.

“I’ve been a very good girl this year,” she teases.

“Is that right?”

She closes her eyes and steps forward into the hot spray.

“Where are you going?” I brush her hair to the side and bring my lips to her neck.

“Nowhere. I was just rinsing,” she whispers as she steps back into me.

My hands rest on her hips, and I pull them back so she can feel my arousal. Then, they slide around to her stomach as I nibble on her ear.

A whimper escapes her as my hands continue to explore her bare skin.

I stroke the underside of her breasts before taking their weight into my palms. I feel her knees go weak as the pads of my thumbs brush her nipples.

“Dutch,” she moans.

“You like that, baby?” I roll the tender peaks between my fingers.

“Yes.”

I feed one knee between her legs to steady her, and her body trembles at the contact.

She reaches out and plants a hand on the shower wall for support and bears down on my knee.

“Ahhhh,” she cries, and a needy moan rises in her throat.

That’s all it takes. I lift her and spin her around. Her back hits the tiles, and I cover her mouth with mine.

The kiss grows wild as I lose hold of my control, and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. I take the opportunity to suck her tongue into my mouth hungrily. She wraps her arms around my neck and tugs at my wet hair as our tongues wrestle.

I tear my mouth from hers, and the heat in her eyes sears me as they move down my body. My hands begin kneading her swollen breasts again, and she leans her head back, giving my mouth access to her throat. I kiss a trail down her collarbone, and she sighs when my teeth graze one of her nipples. I suck it into my mouth.

After a few moments, I release her breast and slide one hand up the inside of her thigh.

She cries out when my fingertips find her swollen entrance.

I lay my forehead against hers as I sink a finger inside of her.

“Fuck, Mindi, you’re so ready for me,” I groan.

She grabs my shoulders as I add a second finger.

“So hot and wet,” I murmur against her skin.

She buries her head in my neck, and her breathing becomes erratic.

“Please,” she begs as she digs her nails into my flesh. “Dutch.”

“I want to taste you,” I say as I sink to my knees.

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