Page 31 of Ask for Moore

She let out an impatient little snort and flicked a harried glance at me over her shoulder. “We need to head out. I have to stop at the bed and breakfast so I can check on Gracie, then shower and change clothes before we’re supposed to be in court.”

Feeling mischievous, I reached out and grabbed her by the hips, tugging her onto my lap. Then I slid my arms around her waist, holding her close, and nuzzled the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

“Let’s shower here. Together. Afterward, you can borrow some of my clothes for the ride over to the bed and breakfast so you can change.”

Waverly let out a little sigh of appreciation at the suggestion of a shower together and nodded, squirming on my lap as I trailed kisses down the side of her neck.

“Mm-hmm. I suppose showering together would save time.”

I chuckled and gave her earlobe a little nibble. “Might be fun, too.”

Standing, she grabbed my hand and tugged me to my feet. “Let’s get to it, then. I don’t want to be late, and I can’t show up in the same clothes I wore to court yesterday.”

I gave her ass a very light but playful smack. “We’ve got plenty of time, queenie. I promise I won’t make you late, okay?”

After she nodded, I led her into the en suite bathroom. Then I opened the glassed-in shower and turned on the water, adjusting it to hot and letting all the cold run out of the line before I waved her into the stall ahead of me.

“Set the water at whatever temperature you like, and it’ll be good for me.”

Waverly stepped in and adjusted the water just a little bit hotter. I followed her, crowding against her back, and closed the door. The shower instantly started filling with steam as hot water cascaded over both our naked bodies. I couldn’t help appreciating just how glorious her lithe, wet body looked in the golden morning light that filled the bathroom from the large frosted window. She reminded me of a nymph or maybe a little goddess. My little goddess.

The sight of her had me hard and throbbing in no time flat. I couldn’t resist the urge to stroke myself, seeing her like this in my shower. Reaching down, I took my rock-hard cock in a firm grip, giving my shaft slow, measured strokes as Waverly finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. A deep groan rumbled up my chest at the thought of how she’d smell like me all damn day.

At the sound, she opened her eyes and gave me a long, slow once-over as she caught me stroking myself while I watched her. Licking her lips, her pretty blue eyes darkened with need and went heavy-lidded with a blaze of desire that matched mine. The hot water continued to pound down on both of us, and the shower doors steamed up more, encasing us in our own little world. One that was heated because of more than the water.

I gave her a broad, wicked smile, and she cocked her head. “What?”

I bit my bottom lip—mirroring the gesture that was a habit for her—and took a second before I answered her. “I fucking love that I’m the one who put that hungry look in your eyes.”

Waverly arched a brow at me and stepped so close that our noses almost brushed against each other. “Are you just going to look, or are you going to do something about it?”

“I’m more than happy to do something about it.” I reached for the shower door, ready to step out and grab a condom, but her fingers wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Where are you going?”

“To search for another condom.”

“You don’t have to.” Trapping her bottom lip between her teeth, she continued to hold my gaze as her cheeks turned pink. Waverly might have been a virgin before last night—and tended to keep a wall up around people she didn’t know—but she didn’t have a timid bone in her body. “I’m on the pill to help with my periods, so we don’t need to bother with a condom…unless it’s for something besides birth control.”

I eased back under the shower’s hot spray and slid my arms around her waist, dipping my head and capturing her lips in a deep, probing kiss. When I pulled back, I leaned my forehead against hers for a second. I had known that giving me her virginity had required trust, but this show of faith from the normally skittish woman overwhelmed me. “I got tested at my last physical and haven’t been with anyone in a long time before that. I’m clean, so I’m good for sex without the condom if you are.”

Rather than answering aloud, Waverly wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me fiercely, her pert breasts pressing against my chest. I felt the soft, smooth plane of her stomach pressed against my hard shaft, and the shower’s hot water pounded over us both, sliding between us and turning everything molten and slippery.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I bent my knees to accommodate our height difference and wrapped my hand around my cock, guiding myself to her dripping-wet entrance. My heart raced—and maybe even skipped a couple of beats—as I slowly pushed inside her tight heat.

I’d never had sex without a condom before, and the sensation was breathtaking. She was so damn slick. “Fuck, you feel absolutely perfect.”

Her inner walls clenched and spasmed around me with nothing between us. The sensation was so different, so much better that I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to sex with condoms with her when this felt as good as it did.

Groaning, I cupped her ass and lifted her off her feet so I could straighten my knees. Waverly was light, and it wasn’t hard to hold her up and pin her lithe body between me and the shower wall. Twisting at the waist, I adjusted the showerhead so it ran over us and the wall, warming the tiles as I thrust inside Waverly. She was so wet, and I slid into her, burying myself as deep as I could go with ease. “You’re drenched for me, queenie.”

“Seeing you stroke your dick seriously did it for me.” Her hands were twined around my neck, and she ran her fingers through my wet hair. “Like my own personal show that got better than I could have ever imagined when you pinned me against this wall. It made me think about the fantasy I had about you when we were in the elevator before we got stuck and I freaked out.”

Although the chemistry between us had been palpable back then, her whispered confession was surprising. “You had dirty thoughts about me?”

“Uh-huh,” she gasped as I pulled out to thrust back into her tight heat even harder. “But this is so much better than what I imagined.”

“Fuck yes, it feels so damn amazing.” I shuddered with pleasure as I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in again in a long, slow, luxurious stroke.

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