Page 164 of Wicked Fantasies

“I think I can’t wait to expand your horizons. Get in.” He slapped her ass playfully then helped her into the shower before following. The steam in the shower was nothing compared to the heat rising off her body from his provocative comment.

Damn, he was right. She would need a list to remember all the amazing things they were doing together. In one night, the man had more than made up for thirty-seven years lived as a virtual nun.

God bless sinning!

He pulled her back against his chest, his hands wrapping around to engulf her breasts. “I love how well you fit me.”

“Fit you?”

“You’re the perfect height to have sex with,” he answered.

“Ah well, nice to know what your requirements are. No age hang-ups, but women must fall between the five-foot-six to five-foot-eight range.”

“Guy’s gotta have his principles. Not to sound completely shallow, but mine also include big tits and an ass that a man can sink his fingers into.” He illustrated his point by palming the cheeks of her rear end and squeezing.

She rolled her eyes. “Nope, that didn’t sound shallow at all. I think I want to get out of this shower now, caveman.”

He chuckled. “I’m just teasing. I told you, I got rid of the booty call list. I’m not looking for easy hook-ups anymore.”

“So what are you looking for now?” she asked, fairly certain he wasn’t looking for a thirty-seven-year-old divorcee. Dammit.

“Someone fun to hang out with. A sweet woman with a good sense of humor and intelligence. Someone I wouldn’t mind spending forever with.”

Her breath caught in her chest as he spoke. She wanted the same things.

Well, not a woman.

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. “I think everyone wishes for someone like that,” she said softly.

“Doyou?” he asked.

She nodded and he offered her a sweet grin. Christ, was he thinking ofher? He didn’t give her time to ponder that thought.

“Turn around and put your hands on that wall. If I’m not inside you in thirty seconds, this won’t end well.”

Impatience. Nowthatwas something she could understand. She turned, thrilled when he kept his word and pushed his cock inside her in one hard thrust. While she loved his foreplay, sometimes it was better to simply get down to business. He took her exactly the way she’d discovered she loved—hard and fast—and she sensed an urgency in him she’d never seen before. She met him thrust for thrust and her orgasm, as usual, built quickly as his position behind her ensured he hit her sweet spot on every pass.

“Oh. My. God,” she cried as her climax crashed down on her. She knew from his breathing that Ethan was close as well.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled out quickly. She was shocked—until she felt hot jets of come landing on her back.

No condom. They’d forgotten and they’d almost made a whopper of a mistake.

“I’m so sorry, Rachel,” he whispered as the water continued to pound on her sensitive skin.

“I forgot too.” She turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. He moved her into the direct stream of the water, using his hands to rinse away his sperm. “No harm, no foul.”

“I didn’t want to pull out,” he confessed.

“What?” she asked, surprised when his grip tightened.

“I realized on the first thrust I’d forgotten the condom. I couldn’t make myself stop. I…”

She pulled away and tried to understand what he was saying, what he was trying to tell her. “It’s pretty close to period time for me, so chances are good we would have been okay anyway.” She wondered if he was feeling guilty for putting her at risk.

He shook his head. “The thing is…I don’t think I would have minded if you’d gotten pregnant.”

She jerked, pressing herself against the tiled wall at her back. “Well,Iwould have minded. I’m too damn old to have a baby.”

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