Page 113 of Need You
Her lips turned up in a sneaky grin. “Want to shower with me?”
“Uh . . . at home. No way in hell are we doing it here.” All he needed was for TJ or Win to walk in on them. Josh wouldn’t be terrible. He was the one person in their family who could keep his mouth shut.
“No?” She bent over, picked up her gym bag, and did one of those model struts to the locker room.
Ah, jeez.He raked his hand through his hair, then followed her. “You’re crazy, Delaney.”
“A little bit,” she said, locking the door behind them and immediately beginning to strip.
“This is a bad idea.”
“Should we stop?” She damned well knew the answer. Hell no, they weren’t stopping.
He helped her get her exercise bra off. Delaney’s breasts were pure poetry and he didn’t waste any time touching them, circling her nipples with his thumbs to make them pucker.
“That’s good,” she moaned, leaning her head against the door of the shower stall and shutting her eyes.
“What about these?” Her yoga pants. He hooked his fingers in the waist and pulled them down.
She walked out of them, leaving her in nothing but a thong. All curves and alabaster skin. God, she made him hot.
“Off with this.” She rucked up his T-shirt and helped him drag it over his head, then pushed him back for a long, lingering look. “You have the best chest, Colt.”
“Yeah?” He pulled her back into his arms and felt her full breasts press against him. “So do you.”
He clamped his mouth over hers and kissed her so thoroughly he felt her knees buckle. He nudged her back against the door for leverage so his hands could wander. “I’ve got you.”
She reached for the buttons on his jeans. “Off, so we can get clean.”
He somehow was able to get his pants and shorts off at the same time as maneuvering her into the snug shower stall. She tugged off her thong, threw it over the door, and turned on the water.
“This too hot?”
“Huh?” He pushed her against the tile wall and rocked into her, letting her know what she’d gotten herself into.
“Colt? Condom.”
“Uh . . . right.” Lifted from his sex fog, he hopped out of the shower.
“Where you going?”
“To find one.” He was almost certain there was a stash in the men’s locker room.
“You’re naked,” she called as he unlocked the door and checked the gym to see if they were still alone.
“Be right back.” He ran across the fitness center, zigzagging around the exercise equipment, praying that no one caught him. They—his brothers—would never let him live it down.
Inside the men’s showers, he tore the place apart looking for rubbers. Finally, he found two next to a package of old razors in one of the sink drawers and quickly checked the expiration date. Still good, thank God. He raced back to the women’s locker room and rushed into the shower stall to find Delaney in hysterics.
“What’s so freaking funny?”
“This”—she gestured at his nakedness—“running.”
Well, it wasn’t funny that he’d lost his hard on, which he planned to rectify. Immediately. “Be quiet and kiss me.” He didn’t wait, just covered her mouth and stuck his tongue inside.
“Did you relock the door?”
“Shush.” He spread her legs apart with his knee. “No more talking until I’m inside you.”
