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Thayer thought carefullyabout her options for a moment before answering. “I don’t think I’m ready for option three yet,” she said, looking up at him shyly. She watched as a look of relief crossed Memphis’ face.
“That’s probably a good choice. Thinking about those condoms, I’m pretty sure they’ve expired. So no explosive sex ending in a panicky trip to the drugstore for the morning-after pill.
“Besides, I’m not sure that a few ghost hauntings and one day rolling in the mud together constitute a relationship on that level. What else?” Thayer threw her head back with a burst of laughter. “See, I didn’t know you snorted when you laugh really hard. That’s fucking adorable.”
Memphis leaned in, brushing his lips against hers.
“Stop!” Thayer said, making him flinch back against the shower wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I think that I’m going to choose option four.”
“I don’t remember there being an option four, but I’m open-minded. What did you have in mind?”
“Since you’ve been in charge every time we’ve been together, it’s my turn. This time, I get to touch you.” She smiled when he closed his eyes with a moan. Taking his hand, she positioned him so the water hit his shoulders, splashing down the front of his body. “Put your hands on the shower walls out to the side.” When he complied, she stepped back, looking at him. “Now don’t move unless I tell you.”
Thayer decided she could stand forever just staring at the man staring back at her. She slowly ran her eyes down his body, taking in every inch of him.
Marveling at his lean muscles, she slowly let her hands roam over them as they made their way down to his rippling abs. She ran her hands over the soft smattering of hair on his chest, marveling at how soft it was as she followed it down his happy trail.
Finding herself staring at two powerful thighs, she couldn’t help but measure them with her hands, forcing his feet wider. She shook her head in wonder when her hands wouldn’t even wrap halfway around one.
Feeling her way around his hips, she grabbed his ass, giving it a squeeze. When he growled, she felt powerful knowing she was being allowed to control this man who could do anything he wanted as she helplessly let him.
Looking up at him, she wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling him twitch in her hand. She met his eyes as they turned a deep storm green, watching her do what she wanted with his body.
Before it registered what she was doing, she bent her knees until she was on the floor in front of him, drawing his erection into her mouth. Taking it to the back of her throat, she sucked hard as she drew it back out.
“Fuck, Thayer! Wait!” Memphis growled out, stepping back. Reaching down, he quickly grasped the base of his cock hard as he worked to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry. What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you?” Thayer asked, standing.
“No, hang on.” When Memphis finally managed to regain some control, he looked up, meeting her worried gaze. “I just don’t do blow jobs. It’s nothing you did.” Stepping back into the water, he settled his hands on the wall of the shower again.
“Alright, I’m ready.” Thayer stood staring at him, not sure what she should do. “Really, it’s good. I just don’t want to come in your mouth. Keep going. I’m sure I’ll come soon anyway the way you’re touching me.” He grinned at her, making her sigh in relief.
Laying her hands on his chest, she reached up on tiptoes, kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth. She was trying to decide where she wanted to explore next when something caught her eye. Leaning closer, she ran her hand over a small tattoo high on his ribcage that she hadn’t noticed before. It was in the shape of Tennessee with the word “always” in script and coordinates under it.
“What does this mean?” she asked, running a finger over it.
“Can I tell you later? I’m struggling to remember my own name right now.” Memphis ducked his head, trying to catch a kiss, but Thayer pulled her head back. Narrowing his eyes in challenge, Memphis slowly lowered his arms. “I think playtime is over.”
Before she could take a breath, Thayer found herself pinned against the back wall of the shower. With one easy movement, Memphis had picked her up around his waist as his mouth crashed into hers. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the possessive probing of his tongue.
“No sex, remember?” she managed to whisper when he let her come up for air. Thayer knew it would be so easy to rock herself down on him, surrendering herself to her need. She was hell-bent, however, to know him better before she let that happen.
“I’m not going to fuck you unprotected standing in the shower the first time, so don’t worry about it.”
“Oh,” she breathed out as he kissed down her neck, sucking gently on the space where her shoulder connected to it. “Why?” Thayer asked, laying her head back against the wall as his hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing over her hard nipple.
“Because if I’m taking your virginity, it’s going to be in a bed where I can take my time without tearing you apart.” She gasped when he pinched her nipple, sending a round of spasms through her core. Hiking her higher up his body, he pulled one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as she arched toward him.
“Do you think you can have an orgasm just from having your nipples sucked?” she asked with a gasp.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s possible,” Memphis said before moving his focus to the other one.
“I think so. I mean, last night was really good when you were just playing with them, but this is so much better.” At Thayer’s words, Memphis snorted a laugh, releasing her.
Wrapping his hands around her waist, he set her back on her feet. There was a moment of worry that crossed her mind that she had done something stupid again. Everything was wiped from her mind a moment later, though, when his hand gently wrapped around the front of her neck, his large palm resting on her collarbone.
“You like when I play with your nipples.” It was more of a statement than a question but Thayer nodded her head anyway. “You like it when I do this,” she gasped when he gently pinched one between his fingers. “But you really like when I do this.” Lowering his head, he lightly flicked his tongue over one as he sank to his knees.
