Page 24 of Just One Silver Fox

“It’s not the soap. It’s getting every bit of skin clean,” he said. “It requires diligence and attention to detail.”

“Sounds like you have something else in mind.”

“You’re inspiring me,” he acknowledged. “But I can wait.”

Once again, just the fact that he left it up to her made Sonia’s decision an easy one.

Her apartment was older and the shower was in the bathtub. She left the water running and stepped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around herself then opened the door. Nate was naked. She noticed his bare chest first and didn’t let her gaze drop lower.

“It has to be a fast wash,” she warned. “I get hot water for maybe five minutes.”

“A challenge then,” he said, eyes glinting. “Or even a test.”

“Are you up to it?” she asked, not realizing the double entendre until she said the words. They both looked down in unison, and he clearly was ready. He held up his hand, showing her that he’d grabbed another condom.

“Just in case,” he said with a smile.

“Quick!” She held the door open wider. “The hot water’s almost gone.”

Nate shut the door and caught her close, kissing her to silence as they backed toward the shower together. Sonia started to laugh, then she dropped the towel and seized the condom from him. He lifted her over the lip of the tub and they were beneath the stream of water, necking like they had invented it. She was trying to pull the shower curtain closed. “I don’t want to flood out my neighbors,” she protested.

“Fast and hard,” Nate said. “Remember that I’m good at taking orders.”

“You didn’t before, when I asked you to finish me off.”

“That was arequest.”

Sonia laughed, then once again, she was caught in Nate’s embrace. She liked that they were skin-to-skin this time. The water sluiced over them and she forgot everything except his kiss.

“Soap!” Nate said when he finally lifted his head. He put out his left hand, palm up, for body wash. “Tick tock.”

That was when Sonia noticed that he’d taken off the Hook. Her gaze flicked to the stump of his arm, braced against the wall, then back to his eyes.

He was very serious and watching her closely.

“The Hook’s not so good for water sports,” he said softly.

Sonia could relate to that wariness. “Makes sense,” she said lightly then squirted body wash into his open hand. She then squirted some on his chest and lathered it up, rubbing body wash over herself to hide her own scars. Nate’s hand moved over her, then he caught her against the wall and kissed her again, rubbing their bodies together instead. Sonia felt suds forming where they could and his erection against her thigh.

“Five minutes,” she said lightly, reaching down to caress him. “Not bad.”

“It’s all your fault,” he countered, not looking too troubled at all. He kissed her again while she opened the condom package. She smoothed it over him again, liking how he inhaled at her touch. “You can’t be ready,” he said, sliding his fingers between her thighs, but Sonia definitely was. His fingertips made sure of it.

“Against the wall?” she suggested.

“Won’t it echo?”

Sonia smiled. “I’m counting on scandalizing my neighbors tonight.”

“Lady’s choice.” Nate checked his stance on the bathmat, ensuring that he wouldn’t slip, then nodded. He slid his hand under her butt and lifted her up with one hand, his shoulder flexing as he moved.

“Superman,” she teased.

“Not nearly.”

“Close enough for me.” Sonia wrapped her legs around his waist and he braced her back against the wall. They fit together so perfectly that they might have been made for each other—or done this a thousand times already. But there was nothing routine about being together. It was sensual and electric, as exciting this time as if it was all new again. Sonia wondered whether it would ever feel routine with Nate. He kissed her again, another one of those velvety slow kisses, then rubbed against her, teasing her with the prospect of what was to come. When he eased inside her, Sonia felt as if all was right with the world. It felt exquisite when he eased deeper, increment by increment.

“Oh, but you wanted fast,” he whispered in her ear, his tone mischievous. “My mistake.” He moved deliberately, burying himself inside her in one smooth stroke, then his gaze locked with hers as he rubbed against her clitoris. Sonia felt both shaken and stirred. Nate smiled, knowing exactly how much he’d shaken her world with that move.

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