Page 49 of Body Shot

Oh dear Lord, I hope that means what I think it means

I sit in the passenger seat, wrapped in a towel. “I hope I’m not ruining your leather seat.”

“It’ll be fine.”

It’s a short drive back to my place. As we cruise down Grand Avenue, Beck waves at a side street. “I live down there.”

“Really? That’s not far.”

“I know. We’re practically neighbors.”

Soon we’re in my condo.

“What you need is a nice hot shower,” Beck says.

“That does sound good.” Uncertainty has me nibbling my lip. Beck suffers from none of that though, leading the way to my bathroom and cranking on the water. I trail behind him, clutching the damp towel around me, still shivering; only it’s not just from cold, but from nervous excitement as well.

Beck turns to me with a wicked smile on his lips. “Okay, let’s get you out of those wet things.” His smile widens. “I’ve always wanted to say that to a girl.”

I shake my head as he discards the towels then pulls my big T-shirt over my head. I glance down at my modest bathing-suit top.

“Nice,” Beck drawls, tracing a finger along the edge. “Let’s see you in a bikini.” He drags off my shorts, leaving me in my black swimsuit.

“It’s not exactly a bikini.”

“Sure it is.” His hands span my bare waist as he studies me. “Sexy.” He slides his hands around and down to cup my behind. “Very sexy. We should go to the beach sometime.”

“We did that last weekend. And tonight.”

“I mean, go to the beach so you can lie on a towel and I can rub sunscreen all over your hot little body.”

Heat floods my cheeks and my pussy does a happy quiver.

Steam fills the small room and Beck turns me to unfasten my top. Then it’s gone, he whisks my bottoms down and off, and he nudges me toward the bathtub. I step in and turn to pull the curtain, but Beck pulling his own T-shirt off over his head draws my attention. He meets my eyes as he steps out of his board shorts, holding my gaze in a heated connection. Okay. Apparently he’s planning to join me.

He steps in with me, beautifully naked—oh my God, he’s all sleek skin, sexy tattoos, and hard muscle. Hot water pelts down on my back and I move to make room for him. He occupies a substantial part of the small space with his height and all his muscles. He yanks the curtain shut, enclosing us in a steamy warm cocoon, and then steps closer.

The water pours down over both of us. He reaches for the hair tie that holds my ponytail and slowly draws it off, then filters his big hands through my wet hair, getting it even wetter in the spray. I want to do the same to him, but content myself at that moment with setting my hands flat on his chest and gazing up at him as sensations slide from my scalp down my spine and pool between my legs.

“Is this shampoo?” He reaches for a bottle on the built-in shelf.

“Yes.”

“Turn around.” He shifts us so I face away from him and his back is to the water, then begins to shampoo my hair with slow, lush movements.

I’ve never appreciated how erotic shampooing my hair could be.

Washing hair and body is a task that has to be accomplished as quickly and efficiently as possible in the shower each morning. But this . . . this is seductive. My body warms from the water and from Beck’s touch as he rinses my hair, uses conditioner, then moves on to washing my body with the body wash. “Smells nice,” he says. “Like you.”

“It’s nothing fancy. Just drugstore stuff.”

“What’s your favorite fragrance?”

“I don’t know.” I don’t wear perfume. “This is some kind of flowery stuff. I like it.”

His hands glide over my skin, across my belly, up to cup my breasts and gently massage them. A moan leaks from between my lips.

“Feel good?” he whispers from behind me, his mouth close to my ear.

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