Page 58 of Big Bad Wolfe

He left the light off, instead preferring the secluded company of only the moon and stars streaming through the big ceiling skylight. Behind the glass doors in the luxurious slate shower, he cranked the hot water wide open and switched on the dual showerheads. Steaming water jetted over his knotted muscles. He propped his hands on the glass and bent his head, letting the pulsing streams knead away his tension.

Built for two, with strategically placed sprays, the shower was perfect for lovers. He closed his eyes. An unbidden picture rose in his mind. Jillian, naked and beautiful inside the steamy enclosure with him. He’d lean her back against the warm slate, and this time, take it slow. Savor and explore every delectable curve. Nibble the water droplets from her creamy neck and shoulders. Skim his soapy palms over her sleek skin. Trace the curves of her bottom, tease her nipples until they pebbled with desire. Her softness would cradle him, their wet soapy bodies creating slick, aching friction as he slid into her welcoming heat.

He groaned. Where was the infamous Wolfe self-discipline? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Jillian?

His hard-on practically bumped the glass, and he swore. He’d gone way too long without sex, that’s why. And tonight’s incident had him revved to the max—all systems go.

You know what you have to do.Release the pressure before you implode and do something even more stupid … like toss her into that sumptuous bed and make love to her until you both lose the ability to walk.

He wrapped his hand around his swollen, pulsing shaft, groaned again.

One pumping stroke. Then another. And another. The water beat down on him, drumming in time with his erratic pulse.

Jillian’s lovely face wavered behind his closed eyelids, her scent so strongly imprinted in him he’d swear she was really in the room.

Electric awareness sizzled over his skin. He opened his eyes … and saw Jillian standing on the other side of the dripping glass, wide eyes locked on him.

He froze, hand still on his dick.

Shit,how long had she been standing there watching him jack off?

Her teeth caught her full lower lip. “You groaned. Loudly. And you didn’t hear my knock. I thought maybe you were sick.”

“Get. Out,” he gritted.

Jillian stepped back, and the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding eked out.

Then her hands went to the tie of her robe, unfastened it, and the robe drifted to the floor in a puddle of emerald silk. Wearing only the lustrous pearls that caressed the rosy tips of her alabaster breasts, his moonlit goddess strolled toward him. “Not this time, Zane.”

He strangled on a hastily indrawn breath as she opened the door and stepped into the shower with him.

As she slowly advanced, he retreated … until his spine hit the wall.

Trapped.

Jillian stepped closer.

Closer.

Her sleek, wet body glided against his, her pebbled nipples tracing like burning embers across his pecs. “Hello, Agent Big, Bad Wolfe,” she purred.

A violent whiplash of desire jammed his heart in his throat, the thundering beat choking him. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move if someone ordered him at gunpoint.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. Gentle, steady hands cupped his trembling face. “It’s okay to be afraid. Okay to let yourself feel vulnerable. You don’t have to deny your needs.” Astute violet irises held him captive. “Zane, it’s okay to yearn for an intimate connection.”

She rose on tiptoe and kissed him long and thoroughly, tasting of wine and berries, and her own special intoxicating blend he would crave the rest of his life.

Then her lips left his, nibbled his chin, the hollow of his throat, and she slid down his body, gracefully sinking to her knees in front of him while his heart attempted to batter its way out of his ribs.

Her palms stroked up his thighs and she looked up at him. “You don’t have to be alone. But tell me you’d rather do this alone, and I’ll go.”

His hands flattened against the tile at his sides, desperately searching in vain for support. For the strength to send her away.

All he could do was shake his head.

“Does that mean you want me to stay?”

He nodded.

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