Page 49 of Deep Waters
Somehow, I doubted Jia was the pack rat in the Dawkins family. The box was folded closed but not taped. I released one flap, peering inside. Slowly, I pulled out a heavy metal box.
“How are you at picking locks?” I asked.
Someone, presumably Jordan, had hidden a small safe inside the memorabilia box.
“I could be YouTube-trained in a couple of hours, but I want Jia’s permission before I open anything we find.”
“You think she’d object?”
“I think she might have the combination.”
I grunted. “Fair. When do you think you can reach her?”
Rae checked her watch. “She’s usually done with her shift by now. I’ll call.”
Rae returned a few minutes later. “Jia says we can open it, but she doesn’t know the combination. She gave me a few dates and numbers to try. Birthdays, anniversaries, that kind of thing.”
“I’ll bring it inside, but it’s getting late. I’d originally planned for us to go out to dinner.” I glanced ruefully at the safe.
“But I don’t think that safe, tiny as it is, will look much like a purse if I cart it around. I don’t want to risk leaving it here unprotected or in the trunk of a car.”
“Exactly. How do you feel about showers and grilled cheese?”
Rae toyed with the neck of her shirt, holding my gaze. “Like shower scenes are iconic in horror movies, and I want you to protect me.”
“Done.” I couldn’t have put it better myself. But I had other iconic movie scenes in mind.
I flicked on the shower, adjusting the spray. Jia’s shower was massive, definitely roomy enough for two. Steam filled the cubicle, casting everything in a romantic haze.
Rae reached out a delicate hand, dipping beneath the water, murmuring her approval. It took me a moment to register that she’d already stripped. I wanted nothing more than to sink into her body, rosy and sweet, garage dust be damned.
She caught me staring and winked. “Better catch up, Fenwick.” She stepped fully into the shower, turning to hold my gaze as she stroked her hands over her dark hair, the strands soaked in seconds, clinging to her head. She maintained the silent challenge, her hands trailing over her neck, bringing my attention to the delicate hollows there, before dragging across her chest and down to her abdomen and hips.
“See something you like?” She arched a brow, a hint of a smile flirting with her pink lips.
I scrambled out of my clothes, not caring that I dropped them in a hasty pile. Stepping in next to her, I crowded her toward the wall as I arched my head into the spray. Two could play her game.
I gripped my head in my hands, ostensibly to wet my hair, but the pose thrust my chest out. Subtly, I flexed. Rae’s choked-off laughter, the mirth in her eyes, brought a sheepish grin to my face. Maybenotso subtly.
“See something you like?”
Rae’s palm covered my heart, her capable hand caressing my chest. My pulse picked up. Something I was sure she noticed, from the way her mouth quirked at the corner. She traced over my pectorals, adding her left hand as she stroked my ribs, tickling gently. Inching ever lower. Teasing. Tempting. Dropping further.
I inhaled on a rough gasp. Her grip tightened around my dick as she tested my weight and girth, sliding her hands from base to tip.
“I’m not a piece of meat.” I ground the words out, trying not to betray how eager I was to whimper for her to take more. Take all of me.
Her soft chuckle tore at my heart. “Is that your way of saying that you’ll still respect me in the morning?”
There was a thread of vulnerability in her question. Like she didn’t already know she had me by the balls in more ways than one.
“Baby, if anything, I have too much respect for you. A little less respect, and we could have been doing this years ago.”
Something flashed in her eyes. Regret? It fell away, a determined jut to her chin my only warning. She dropped to her knees. Before I could pull her upright, she stroked me again, sending a surge of sensation arcing through me that forced my eyes closed.Too good. Her touch was magic.
I braced against the shower walls, back bowed as she sucked me into her mouth. Feeling her draw down to my soul. I had no resistance to her kind of sorcery. So I gave up trying. Eyes closed, I reveled in each stroke of her clever tongue. Doing my best not to grind into her beautiful face, give her more than she could handle.
Hot and wet, her mouth was heaven. Hell.
