Page 29 of Jilted
“Well, I’m not going to walk through the place in these clothes and get mud all over everything.”
“Okay, fair enough.” Brett removed his shorts, too, leaving both of them in just their underwear. He slowly raked his gaze over her body before settling on her eyes. “Now what?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to shower.” Amy spun on her heel and sauntered away from him and up the stairs.
Brett stood, watching the way her ass shook with each step she took. His hands ached to touch her, to explore every delicious inch of her body. His mouth craved to taste her, all of her. Damn he wanted to get in that shower with...wait a minute...
He took off after her, taking the steps two at a time until he reached the bathroom. “Oh, Amy!”
“Brett! Get out!” She tried to push him out of the bathroom, but he didn’t budge. “You are not taking a shower with me.”
“There’s no power.” She stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Once you use all the hot water, that’s it. There’s no electricity to run the hot water heater, and I’m not taking a cold shower.”
Amy laughed. “I promise not to use all the hot water. Now, go.”
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head. “We can leave our underwear on. It’s no different than being in a bathing suit and swimming together.” That was such a load of crap, and he was pretty sure she knew that, but the idea impressed him nonetheless.
She hesitated for a moment, then pointed at him. “Keep your hands to yourself, Hudson.”
Brett put his hands up in a show of surrender and smiled. “I promise to only touch myself.”
Amy laughed. “You’re such a dork.”
“Mind doing my back?” Brett handed the bar of soap to Amy. She took it and he turned his back to her so that he was facing the spray of the water.
“Who the hell knew it would be so hard to wash sand off?” she said as she rubbed the soap – and her hands – around on his back.
He drew in a deep breath through his mouth and closed his eyes. Christ, her hands felt good on his body. They were so soft and hesitant. All he wanted to do was shout his permission to the world – to let her know that she could touch him whenever, wherever, and however she wanted. This tiptoeing around, pretending like nothing was happening between them was wearing on his patience. Something was happening, and he knew she felt it.
Amy dragged her hands down his back and around to his stomach. It sent chills through his body despite the hot water of the shower. He placed his hands over hers and pulled her around so that she was in front of him. Brett took her face into his hands and kissed her. One way or another, he was going to make her realize just how serious he was about her, about the possibility of a future together that involved more than just friendship.
“My turn,” he said, taking the soap from her and turning her around.
Brett lathered his hands with soap and began to wash her back. He pressed tiny kisses along the column of her neck and across her shoulders. She tasted good, her skin like silk beneath his lips. Despite washing her hair and her body, she still smelled like the beach – a scent he’d grown to love over the last couple of days.
He eased her bra strap over her shoulder and down her arm, kissing the exposed area of skin. Then he moved on to the other side, waiting for her to whisper for him to stop, but the word never came. Feeling empowered, he unhooked her bra and let it fall to the shower floor.
“Brett.” Her voice trembled when she spoke.
His hands went to her breasts, which were firm and round and perky. God, she had great tits. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and they hardened instantly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tugging on her earlobe.
“That feels so good.” Amy tilted her head to the side, giving him greater access to her neck.
He wanted to devour her, to rip her panties off, pin her against the shower wall, and fuck her until neither of them could walk. But he wanted to savor her, too. Enjoy the feel of her in his arms, on his cock. Shit, he was so fucking hard he thought he was going to die of a stroke.
“I want you, Amy. God, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.” Brett pushed his hips into her, letting her feel just how true those words were.
She turned in his arms, put her hands on the back of his neck, and kissed him. The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest drove him insane. He eased his hands down the length of her back and grabbed her ass, yanking her tight to him. She gasped, then moaned, causing his dick to twitch with anticipation. This was it. It was finally happening. He was going to have sex with Amy. There was no going back. Not now, not ever. He had never been surer of anything in his entire life.
Brett spun her around and pinned her against the shower wall. He left her lips and trailed kisses down her throat and to her breasts. Taking one into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around her nipple, and then drew it into his mouth, sucking on it for several long moments.
“Mmm,” he hummed and moved on to the other one.
Amy speared her fingers into his hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp as he moved back and forth between her breasts, sucking and teasing her nipples into tight, hard peaks.
“Brett,” she whimpered. “Brett, oh God, Brett, please...Brett...stop.”
And there was that one word he hadn’t wanted to hear.
