Page 254 of Love in Riverbend
By the time I make it up the back staircase, leaving the bathroom door unlocked is all I can think about. I wondered if we would sleep together last night, but Ricky and Justin weren’t back by the time Jill left, and I was exhausted. When I woke this morning, there was a note on the pillow next to mine.
* * *
I want to wake you, but you’re too damn cute sound asleep. Instead, I’ll dream of you.
(Heart)
Yours,
Ricky
* * *
I tucked the note into my overnight bag.
Taking my things into the bathroom, I close the door. My concentration is on the small button in the middle of the doorknob. Time passes as I put my shampoo and other supplies in the shower, turn on the water—which is quickly nice and hot—and strip out of my pajamas. This shower isn’t like mine at my apartment. It’s the kind that is also a bathtub with a shower curtain.
The more I look at it, the more I realize it won’t be conducive to two.
Stepping into the tub, I let the hot water flatten and soak my hair. It’s as I’m lathering the shampoo that I hear the bathroom door open. Peeking from behind the shower curtain, I look out, meeting Ricky’s sexy grin.
“I don’t think there’s room in here,” I say.
Biting my lip, I watch as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abdomen and bulging biceps. The nylon shorts sit low on his hips, exposing a trail of brown hair that disappears under his shorts.
Without hesitation, Ricky tugs the shorts down.
My eyes grow wide at the glorious sight of him fully nude. I sweep my gaze from his muscular legs up to his semi-erect penis and higher still, settling on his sparkling chocolate orbs.
“I hope you like what you see.”
“It’s okay.” By the way my nipples have hardened and the twisting in my core, I know that what I see is much, much better than okay.
He turns, giving me a great view of his tight ass and locks the bathroom door before walking toward me. I hurry and rinse the shampoo from my hair. When I open my eyes, Ricky is inside the shower, close enough to touch.
“I guess we fit,” I say.
“Maybe we should work to conserve space?” Reaching out, he splays his fingers over my hips and pulls me closer.
I tip my chin upward, keeping my gaze locked with his. “Riverbend hasn’t imploded with news of our dating. Devan and Justin may, if they hear us in here.”
Ricky runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. “Last night, you were sleeping with your lips slightly parted.”
“Don’t you dare say I was snoring.”
His cheeks rise. “I was going to say, it took all my self-restraint not to kiss you.”
Leaning into his chest, I hum. “You can kiss me now.”
And kiss me, he does.
I feel a cosmic connection as our lips touch and the spray rains warm water over our bodies. Sparks ignite throughout my heated bloodstream as our tongues join the dance. I lift my hands to his broad shoulders, the shampoo residue on my fingers making a slick interface as I slide my touch over his muscles.
Ricky, too, utilizes the Braille method as his hands wander over my flesh. Inch by inch, we study each other, feeling our way over each curve and investigating each crevice. My breathing hitches as he slides two long fingers inside me.
Aware of our surroundings, I bite down on his shoulder, stifling a cry as he curls his fingers, moving in and out of me. As if he’s found the switch to ignite my entire body, I tense, his ministrations setting off detonations far from the epicenter. Pressing up on my toes, I try to ease the pressure, while at the same time wanting it to keep building.
He lowers his lips to my breasts, tugging on each nipple with his teeth in a painful and pleasureful way. His erection probes my stomach, making its needs known. With the constant spray of the shower and the fireworks exploding within me, I’m on sensory overload as I swallow my sounds of ecstasy.
