Page 134 of Study Buddies

“I am now.” She gave me a small smile. “But aren’t you cold? I’m blocking the water.”

“I’m feeling many things right now,” I said with a wry grin. “Cold is not one of them.”

She let out a soft laugh. “What are you feeling?”

“First off, I’m thinking how badly I want to kiss you.” My slightly nervous laugh echoed around the bathroom. “Hell, maybe we need Kyle here to organize some kind of R-rated game.”

“We don’t need Kyle,” she said, her voice soft. Then she took a step closer. “And I want to kiss you too.”

My cock twitched and my brain promptly blanked at that news. But the rest of my body? It knew what to do.

I cupped the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, and gently pulled her toward me. Her hand slid up my bicep, and she rose on her toes. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, the water slicking our skin.

Her hips flinched when she felt my erection against her stomach, but I reached down, adjusted myself, and pulled her in tighter, grabbing her ass in the process. I groaned at the feel of my cock trapped between our bodies. She did too.

I inhaled her sweet scent, something warm and citrusy, and pressed my lips to hers. Her head tilted slightly, and our mouthsfit together like they were meant to. Hell, our whole bodies did. Her skin was smooth, warm from the water, and I couldn’t stop my hands from exploring—sliding down her back, squeezing her ass, keeping her flush against me.

I wished her hair was loose, but I still managed to slide my fingers into the bun whenever I could.

“You feel so good, Tori,” I whispered against the corner of her mouth.

Her moan filled the small space. “You too,” she murmured.

She kept her arms wrapped around me, but then she began pulling gently. I took a step forward, and it almost felt like she was trying to slow dance. Then I realized—she was turning us around so the water would hit me instead.

That could work. I’d be more than happy to keep her warm.

But just as we resumed our kiss, the stream of water hit my shoulder and bounced directly into her face. She jumped back with a splutter.

“Oops,” I said, trying not to laugh.

The side of her hair was soaked—well, more soaked than it had gotten from the storm. She pushed it back out of her face, laughing a little herself.

“I wasn’t planning on washing my hair,” she said.

Time—and maybe my heart—stopped. Suddenly, the only thing I wanted in the entire world was to wash her hair.

“Could I?” I asked, my voice low.

She blinked. “Do you want to?”

I gave her a look. “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that. I’ve got a gorgeous naked woman in the shower, and right now, what I want to do more than anything is shampoo her hair.”

Tori grinned, and something soft passed across her face. “Well, who am I to keep you from your dream?”

She reached up and undid the bun. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in wet waves. She looked fucking gorgeous. Like Lady Godiva.

Reaching back, I plucked the handheld showerhead from its mount on the wall. I angled it toward the lower half of her hair, wetting it thoroughly. It probably would’ve been easier if she turned around, but I wasn’t ready to give up the feel of her breasts against my chest—or the way our bodies pressed my cock tight between us.

I adjusted the nozzle to a narrower stream and used my hand to shield her face while I wet down the top of her head. Her eyes closed, and she leaned into the touch, warm water sliding through my fingers as I gently caressed her scalp.

“Do you have shampoo?” she whispered. “I probably should’ve asked that before.”

“Yes,” I said with a grin. “Did you think guys didn’t need clean hair too?”

I returned the showerhead to its place, positioning her so that the warm water hit her mid back. Grabbing the shampoo bottle from the caddy. I poured a generous amount into my palm.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” I whispered.

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