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Her curves were mouthwatering bare, but feeling them with his hands slippery with soap?
He couldn't help the groan that echoed off the walls.
"You like what you feel?"
He leaned in and spread soap all the way to the backs of her thighs. "Oh, yeah. I like it a lot."
She leaned in and spread soap all over his chest, his belly, and down-
Weston saw stars.
He hadn't felt this turned on since he'd gotten his hands on a copy of Esquire with a feature on Christina Hendricks and discovered the miracle of 1950s fashion. But the moment that Tracy's hand reached the base of his dick and her other handreached just a little further down, he completely forgot about any other women.
His teenage fantasies were erased and filled with a woman who'd lit him on fire with a throaty laugh and a little bit of sass.
"You, okay?"
He knew that she was asking him a question but getting his brain and his mouth to work together was a little difficult at the moment.
She leaned in and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on his neck and that had the same effect to his brain as jump-starting his first car.
His brain came roaring back to life and started all kinds of systems on overload.
The control that she'd had on him did a tight U-turn as he backed her up against the wall.
Her breath was pushed out of her lungs when her back came into contact with the tile.
"You, okay?" He asked, a little worried that he'd hurt her with his movements.
She shook her head, sending a spray of water against his chest.
A quick look down saw those droplets coursing down and breaking up the suds that she'd worked up over his skin.
"It's the tile. No matter how warm the water is in a shower, the tiles always feel like ice against my skin."
He nodded, his brain shifting gears.
"Well, we can't have that."
Bringing his hands back up to her hips, Weston turned her around to face the wall.
"It's going to suck that I can't have your hands on me, but if you touch me again, I won't be able to keep my shit together."
Tracy looked back over her shoulder and gave him a look that he was quickly becoming addicted to. "Go ahead." She winked at him. "Don't hold back. I don't need it gentle."
He felt his whole-body tense for a moment and he felt a little bit like a wolf staring at a pretty little lamb.
"Okay." He licked at his lips and tasted water from the shower. Weston found himself wanting to taste it off of her skin. "Gotta give the lady what she wants."
Weston was glad that they'd already gone through the discussion about safety because it was about to save him from having to walk across his bedroom to the bedside table.
Reaching out, he took her hands in his and extended them to the wall. "Brace yourself, gorgeous."
God bless her, she flattened her palms against the tile wall, and he heard her gasp in a breath as his hands moved up her arms to her shoulders before skimming his fingers town her sides to grasp her hips.
He knew his hands were on the rough side. He liked to work with his hands and didn't like gloves when he was doing heavy labor, but feeling the roughened skin of his palms against her soft skin was enough to make him so hard, he ached.
Weston pressed his mouth to her shoulder and placed a line of open-mouthed kisses along her skin to the side of her neck.
