Page 32 of Jack Raider

I shot her a look. “You think I’ll let you supervise a bull enemawithoutme again? Absolutely not. I live for this now.”

She laughed as I stripped down to my boxers, which were, regrettably, collateral damage. “Bathroom’s down the hall. I’ll grab you a towel.”

I found the shower and turned the hot water on full blast. The second I stepped in, I groaned—not because of the manure, but because of her.

Eloise peeked around the doorframe, eyes traveling down my very, very naked body. “Need help getting clean?”

“Depends. You planning to join me, or just stand there judging my technique?”

She didn’t answer.

She just walked into the bathroom.

Eloise let her hair down, kicked off her boots, and pulled her T-shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Her jeans followed. She didn’t hesitate—not once. Like she’d been waiting for an excuse, and today, that excuse just happened to be… you know, bull poop.

She stepped into the shower and closed the door behind her. Steam curled around her skin like it was jealous it couldn’t touch her first.

“This is strictly a medical intervention,” she said, reaching for the soap.

“Oh, totally. I’m an emergency biohazard case.”

She lathered up her hands, then ran them down my chest. “You might need a full-body inspection.”

I tilted her chin up. “Thoroughly, please. I’ve suffered trauma.”

“I’ll bill your insurance.”

We were grinning, kissing, and slipping against each other under the hot water. Her hands were everywhere—shoulders, chest, hips—and mine were just as greedy. I pressed her back gently against the shower wall, water rushing between us, lips tangling, and her laughter turning into soft, needy sounds that wrecked my concentration.

“I love how your idea of foreplay includes large animals and bio-waste,” I whispered against her neck.

“Don’t kink-shame me,” she whispered back, and I lost it.

My hand slipped down her body and entered her soft folds. The sound she made had me hard and ready. She was crying for more, as my thumb found her clit she was crying as she moved her hips faster as my fingers moved faster. The faster I went,the more she wanted, and then she cried out as she orgasmed. I gave Eloise two orgasms before I entered her, and we made love I gazed into her eyes as I came deep inside of her.

There wasn’t anything slow about what happened next. It was wet, slick, and just a little clumsy—because slippery tiles and passion don’t mix—but neither of us cared. Not when her body was pressed so tight against mine, not when her mouth claimed mine with heat that had nothing to do with the water.

It was real.

Raw.

Ridiculous.

Perfect.

Afterward, she rested her forehead on my shoulder, both of us breathing hard, still tangled together under the spray.

“Still think you don’t belong in the country?” she murmured.

“I think I belongright here,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “Just maybe next time, we start with the shower, and end up in bed.”

She snorted. “Oh, we’ll end up in bed. You saying I don’t know how to show a man a good time?”

“Oh, you do,” I said, kissing her again. “You absolutely do. But next time, I vote we skip the bull.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

I smiled into her hair, already planning to hide her shovel.

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