Page 55 of The Hermit on the Hill

I stood, scooping her up on my way. "No dying of anything on my watch. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Absolutely nothing. You're sexy as hell when you're messy."

"Glad you think so. Messy is my basic format."

I chuckled as I deposited her outside the shower. "Feel free to use my toothbrush while the water heats up."

"You're joking, right?"

"Why would I be joking? I've already had my tongue in your mouth today. How is that different from using my toothbrush?"

"Nope," she said. "It's not even remotely the same thing. I'll be right back."

She raced out of my bathroom before I could convince her to stay with me. I had the sick feeling that if I let her out of my sight, she might rethink our plan and figure out I'm not the right guy for her.

I turned on both shower heads and opened the blinds on the floor to ceiling window to let sunlight in and give us a view of the mountains and the forest as we showered.

She bounced back into the bathroom just as I'd finished brushing my teeth, and I grabbed her waist, pulled her against me, and kissed her. "Mmm, minty."

I slid off her panties and let them drop to the floor and, still kissing her because I couldn't get enough of her mouth, I led her to the shower.

The double showerheads meant both of us had warm water pouring over us. I slid my hands over her ass and pulled her against me. She felt so perfect in my arms, but I wanted more.

I grabbed the soap and used it over every inch of her body, kissing and touching her smooth skin as I went. She was making the most amazing sounds and kissing me whenever I got close enough.

I handed her the soap like I was going to let her clean me up, then I sunk into a squat, pressed my face to her core, and pulled her legs over my shoulders. She shrieked as I stood, and I was grateful I'd gone with high ceilings in the bathroom even though they were a bitch to heat.

I pressed her back against the stone wall of the shower, the water beating on my head, and feasted on her.

Damn, she tasted good, and I had every intention of staying there as long as I could. She gripped my head tight, her hands in my hair, pulling almost to the point of pain while her legs were wrapped tight around my shoulders.

I slid my tongue inside her and pumped, my hips moving in imitation, my cock wanting to get in on the action. I moved back to her clit and swirled and sucked, taking my time, but wishing I'd spread her out on my bed so I could explore more freely.

Jenna moaned and screamed, and I moved my tongue back inside her. Her inner muscles squeezing, she came all over my tongue. Once she relaxed, I moved back up to her clit, wanting to pull another orgasm out of her even though my arms and shoulders were shaking and not just from muscle strain. I was dying to be inside her.

"Sam," she said, her voice raspy. "Please."

I looked up at her. "Please what?"

"Please, I want you inside me."

Damn, the things her words did to me. I fought the urge to do exactly what she'd asked, because I wanted more. "I need specifics."

It was a sign of just how spent she was that she didn't roll her eyes. "I want you to fuck me, Sam."

Ah, yeah. There it was. "Loosen your grip, baby."

She unhooked her ankles from around my shoulders and slid down my body. I thrust into her before her feet hit the ground, my hand between her back and the smooth stones of the shower wall. "This okay?"

"Uh-huh." She gasped when I moved inside her. She was so wet and tight and ready for me.

"Feels so good," she said, her words a bit slurred. Her eyes were glassy, her lips plump from kissing, her cheeks red. So fucking hot.

I thrust into her slow and easy, a lazy, Sunday morning kind of exploration, not wanting to push her too hard against the stones, not wanting to be too rough with her. My orgasm built slowly and I was in no mood to rush it.

I licked along her collarbones, memorizing her taste in case she came to her senses and decided we should back off.

I wrung another orgasm from her. Watching her fall apart, watching her moan in pleasure, hurried my own climax. I kept my gaze locked on hers as pure bliss washed over me.

I slumped against her, spent and ready to dry off and go back to bed. My biggest problem might be figuring out how to get anything else done other than fucking her twenty-four hours a day.

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