Page 149 of Will Bark for Pizza
As I rolled back to standing, I ran my hands along his legs, stopping at the waistband. “I bet we can make it work.”
“Have you ever actually showered out here before?” Despite his concerns, he pulled off his shirt. His sculpted chest was painted with the tattoos I’d been wanting to memorize up close. Maybe today, I finally would.
I tugged down his shorts and boxers together, reaching a hand between his legs to guard his shaft as the last of his clothing fell away.
He groaned at my touch.
I whimpered at the feel of him in my hand, relishing in the way he grew firmer at my touch.
I no longer needed the hot shower. My internal body temperature had shot right the hell up to lava hot. I gently stroked him as he guided us under the spray of hot water.
He wasn’t wrong. This stand-up shower was impossibly small. But I wanted—needed—to be this close to him. I was so damn tired of fighting this pull between us. I didn’t understand it, but I no longer wanted to. I simply wanted to give in.
Beckett gripped the back of my neck possessively as our lips crashed together. I continued to stroke his cock ashe reached a hand to my ass and squeezed. Our kisses were savage. Desperate. Hungry. Our tongues wrestled for dominance as he slid his hand to my hip and lifted my knee to his waist.
I braced my toes on a plastic lip of the shower, moaning as his hand slid beneath my thigh. His thumb strummed my sensitive button, his rhythm perfection.
“I don’t have any girly body wash,” he said.
“So?”
“You’re going to smell like a man.”
“You mean like you.”Like pine needles.
The pressure of his thumb increased, and I nearly lost my footing. But Beckett held me against him, his grip reassurance that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. He brought me right up to the edge with that single fucking thumb. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder.
“I’m going to?—”
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his hand away and lowering my leg.
“What the hell?” I huffed.
Beckett reached over my head for a bottle of men’s body wash and a loofa that looked brand new.
“Don’t worry, Red. I’m going to make you come.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He lathered the loofa and turned me around so my back was to his chest. He pulled back my hair to expose my ear, lowering his lips to the shell. “I want to make you come so damn hard you leave your body.”
I shivered, but nothing about me was cold anymore. Oh no, this was a sinful shiver of anticipation.
I leaned into Beckett as he lathered my body in hiswoodsy, spicy body wash. His length pressed into my lower back. If this shower were bigger, I’d bend over and beg him to take me from behind.
Beckett hung up the loofa and used his hands to work in the bubbles, taking his sweet time with each caress. Those rough, callused hands slid up my stomach and cupped my breasts.
“In case you weren’t aware, you have great tits.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I’ve been thinking about them since I made you come in the bookstore.”
I whimpered as he teased my pebbled nipples with his index fingers, reaching behind me to move his cock between my legs.
“Kira?”
“Just let me play,” I pleaded, spreading my folds so I could press his length against my clit. He groaned as I rocked my hips against him.
