Page 49 of More Than a Hero
He hesitated. “Would you mind if I took a shower first? I smell like a long day in heavy gear.”
She laughed, rising on her toes to rest her hands on his shoulders. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but…”
He groaned as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Her tongue darted out in a quick, teasing lick before she stepped back.Christ.His cock twitched in response, a slow throb of heat pooling low in his stomach.
She knew exactly what she was doing. “Go on,” she urged, her grin downright wicked.
With a muttered curse, he kissed her forehead and headed down the hall. In his bedroom, he secured his weapon, stripped off his uniform, and grabbed clean boxers, sweats, and a T-shirt. Then he stepped into the bathroom, turned on the water, and let it run until steam curled into the air.
The moment he stepped under the spray, tension began to unwind from his muscles. He braced his hands against the tiled wall, letting the massaging showerhead do its job. This was one of the few things he’d upgraded in the rental—no soft rainwater nonsense for him. He needed pressure and force to dig into his muscles and strip away the day. He exhaled, tilting his head back?—
The sound of the shower door sliding snapped his eyes open. Cool air hit his back as he shifted. He turned, and his heart slammed against his ribs.
And then she was there. Completely, stunningly naked. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she stepped carefully into the shower. “I thought maybe I could make a long day even better than just bringing dinner.”
Pete swallowed hard, heat roaring through his blood. He reached for her, his voice rough with need. “Angie, sweetheart, just seeing you makes any day better. Knowing you brought food warms my heart. And seeing you now, like this? You’re rocking my world.”
Her smile widened, a spark of mischief in her eyes. And just like that, the rest of the day faded into the background.
Steam curled in thick tendrils around them, the heat from the shower matching the heat simmering between their bodies. Pete stood under the spray, watching as rivulets of water cascaded over Angie’s bare skin, glistening against her curves. Every inch of her was breathtaking.
She reached for him first, her soft fingers trailing over his chest, her nails scraping lightly as she moved downward. The simple touch sent a tremor of desire racing through his veins. “Let me take care of you,” she murmured, pressing her lips against his collarbone before moving lower.
Pete caught her chin, tilting her face up to his. “You already are,” he rasped before claiming her mouth with his.
He took his time kissing her, slow and deep, pouring everything he felt into the press of his lips. His hands explored, tracing the elegant lines of her back, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. When his fingers brushed against her slightly swollen knee, he paused, brows pulling together.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, voice rough with concern.
She shook her head. “It’s just a little stiff.”
He dropped to one knee, ignoring his own desire for a moment as he took her leg in his hands, rubbing slow, firm circles over her knee. “Let me help.”
Her lips parted on a breathy sigh. “That feels good,” she admitted.
He continued massaging the sore joint, his hands gentle. He’d seen the way she favored her knee earlier, and he didn’t like it. If she was in pain, he wanted to ease it, to take the burden off her however he could.
Her fingers threaded through his damp hair, tugging lightly until he looked up at her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
He grinned, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before rising to his feet. “I know,” he teased, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “But keep saying it. I like hearing it.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest, but her amusement faded the second he dipped his head and took a peaked nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue against it, savoring the way she gasped and arched against him.
Moving between her breasts, he feasted on her soft skin, nipping and sucking until she panted with need. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he groaned, loving the feel of her nails biting into his skin.
Pete lifted her easily, bracing her against the shower wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The warmth of her body and the slick heat of her core pressing against him had him nearly losing his mind.
“Wait,” she whispered, breathless.
His body tensed, and every muscle coiled tight. “What’s wrong?”
She cupped his face. “Nothing. Just… do we have a condom?”
Pete froze. He hadn’t even thought about it. “Shit. I don’t have one in here.”
Angie bit her lip, then shook her head. “I’ve been on the pill for a while, and I’m clean. Are you…?”
“Yeah.” His grip on her tightened. “I’m clean. Tested for work.”
