Page 36 of Bitten By Zombie

Two legs that were finally feeling less like gel and more like legs. She wanted to watch him, but the shower itself was just out of view from her place on the bed.

Entering the bathroom, her eyes found him immediately. He was rubbing suds into his ripped body, and she was mesmerized. Not because he was perfectly balanced on one foot but because he looked powerful, primal. After he was all clean and rinsed, he sat on the bench and just let the water rain down on him.

“Can I join you? I was clean earlier, believe it or not, but someone thought I needed to add a little sweat.”

The rumble of his voice reverberated off the tile in such a way she may or may not have moaned in response.

“You don’t even need to ask, Rabbit.” He patted his thighs in invitation. The sound was almost lewd. “But for the record, you look hot drenched in sweat.”

She opened the shower door and straddled his thighs like he’d gestured. However, there was no urgency to join their bodies, it was just another layer of connection they were forming.

As his hands skated up her spine, his words narrated their journey. “Especially when it’s my sweat dripped on you right about here.” He applied pressure where her spine curved in right above her ample ass. “And it smoothly rolls along your spine toward your neck. Jumping forward with every thrust of my body into yours. Finally, disappearing from view here.” Zombie bit down on her shoulder where his fingertip halted. She loved being bitten by him.

It was the most erotic thing anyone had ever said to her, and it was about a bead of sweat.

She was losing her mind, or rather, a man who knew how to touch a woman had stolen it.

The thief.

Even with the shower pelting down on them and running the opposite direction as he described, she felt that drop of sweat as he spoke. Hell, she was positive she’d feel the ghost of it for years to come.

Zombie just held her in the shower. The water beating down, their breaths syncing up, and just being.

She felt treasured.

Loved.

Fuck.

That thought had her scrambling off his lap and looking for any excuse to sever the connection that was arching between them like voltage.

“Gotta wash my hair.” The announcement was an attempt to cover her true motives. But as she looked at him through soapy lashes, she was sure he didn’t buy it.

The half-smirk that graced his face said so much more than his words ever could.

She was definitely in fucking trouble.

“Shit.”

“What is it, Rabbit.”

“I’ve got shampoo in my eyes, and will you stop calling me that?” Her frustration level skyrocketed. As much as she would love to shift the blame, the fault was all hers. She was fucking falling hard for him, and that was way out of her comfort zone. She didn’t know the first thing about sex that came with strings. The sex part she could do, hell, was a pro at it, but the strings? Those would just end up in knots she’d have to chew through to untie.

Accepting responsibility for her feelings did little to ease her frustration, which was in fact directed at him.

“Not a chance, my adorable little bunny.”

“Ugh.”

Once the soap was gone and she could open her eyes, she whirled around to confront him. She had to draw a line, place some boundaries on what was going on, or she never would.

Instead of meeting challenging chocolate-brown eyes, she met hooded sparkling ones.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked without taking her gaze off his hand that was stroking his cock. Lazily at first but picking up pace as she stared.

“Oh, Rabbit,” he groaned as his head tipped back. “If you don’t know what I’m doing by now, I have failed you as a lover.”

The hitches in his breath and halting cadence of his speech were too much. She masked her need to lick where his hand gripped with her annoyance. Which had all but fled, but she lassoed it back to her.

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