Page 96 of Mr. Swoony

“Why sleep in yours? Don’t want to sleep under a flowered comforter?”

His hands continue their exploration, my T-shirt traveling north until I have no choice but to lift my arms. He sheds it from me and, without missing a beat, unhooks my bra. “Bring the comforter if you want, but I’ve been wanting you in my bed since the night we met.”

He reaches around and unbuttons my shorts.

“Shouldn’t you be heating up the water?” I ask.

He lowers the zipper, pushing the fabric off my hips. I step out of my shorts, and he slinks his hand past the elastic waistband of my panties, his finger sliding from my clit to my opening and back again.

“Stay wet for me.” Then he’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, he’s already naked. “Your shower smells like you. It got me hard.”

His wicked smile is so damn sexy. This man has me smiling like a fool.

“I’m pretty sure you were already hard.” I close the distance, and Conor hooks me around the waist and pulls me into him.

“I’m always hard around you.” He kisses the nape of my neck. “Let me get you nice and clean… before I dirty you back up again.”

He takes me by the hand, opening the shower door. The water is nice and warm, and steam rises around us.

“Oh, this feels nice.” I hum in approval. “Not that I’m complaining about the conditions of the campground. I love my shower shoes and having to press a button over and over again to get the water to stay on.”

He nudges me under the stream of the water. “So, camping is a one-and-done, huh?”

I tip my head under the water, and the scent of campfire smoke fills the steamy air surrounding us. “Well, I will say that I liked the tent sex more than I thought I would. If you can figure out a way to get a bathroom like this next to our campsite, I’m game.”

He chuckles, his hard length pushing against my stomach as he leans forward and runs his hands down my hair. “I’d build it for you. Turn around.”

I circle around, giving him my back, and I hear the squirt of the shampoo bottle. His fingers work it into a lather in my hair, my scalp needy for more of his massage. “Your fingers are magical.”

“I know. You’re a lucky girl,” he says in a low voice.

“That I am.”

This is what I’ve always wanted. Sure, Conor knows his way around a woman’s body and could probably get me off by just looking at me the right way, but it’s this connection I feel with him that I’ve always wanted to experience. This ease of being with him and how we can joke around. That instead of taking showers separately, he initiated us having one together because he wants to spend more time with me. That all means more to me than anything he could ever buy me.

He pats my ass when he’s done lathering me up.

I giggle like the schoolgirl he makes me feel like, and I tilt my head back to get rid of the shampoo. He steps closer and runs his hands down my hair.

“Something is poking me.” I wedge my hand between us and grip his length. “Oh, what’s this?’

“If you keep touching him, you’re going to find out.”

I slide my palm up and down his shaft. “I’ll play that game. How long before you’re thrusting into my hand?”

He steps away, and my hand slides off him. “You’re a dirty girl. I’m trying to be a good boy here.” I hear him grab something off the shelf. “This next?”

I look over my shoulder and see that he’s holding my conditioner. “Definitely after this weekend.”

He squirts it into his palm, and I step out from the stream of water, allowing him space to run it through my strands with his fingers.

“Now.” I grip his shoulders and turn him toward the water. “Your turn while my conditioner sets in.”

I grab the shampoo, and the same smell of campfire smoke seeps out when the water hits his hair.

“Is my sister being nice to you?” he asks.

“A lot nicer than I hear you were to Rowan when they got together.”

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