“Hey now.” I turn and shake a finger at him. “I never said you were corrupt.”
He laughs, that rich, melodious sound that slides down my skin and liquefies my panties. Nate presses me against his body. His mouth finds mine, the kiss scorching hot. The slight stubble on his face rasps against my cheek. I sigh, melting into his arms.
“You think we should get cleaned up?” he whispers in my ear.
Mmm, a nice hot shower. Just what I need.
Plus, I was bird-handling for a while. I should wash my hands.
“Lead the way.” I grin at him as we head into the bathroom, which is pretty much a marble palace all on its own. I blink in the soft mood lighting from the sconces on the wall. No fluorescents in this baby. Man, maybe going into divorce law is the way to enjoy the good things.
That’s a depressing thought.
Then Nate slides his hand under my shirt, and anything depressing gets shot out of a cannon and sent far, far away.
“Now, now. Why don’t you run the water?” I say, turning around and ghosting my lips against his mouth.
He growls low in his throat, an animal sound. I love it. He turns on the shower, and I admire the view as he pulls his shirt up over his head. Fucking in that closet was fun, but I didn’t get to enjoy the sensational sights now on display. His chest is rock-hard and muscled, with a distinct six-pack of abs that I’d like to explore. A line of dark hair leads into his boxers, and when he pulls those down . . . well. His ass is spectacularly sculpted.
Lucky me.
Heh. Getting lucky. Luck. Vegas. If I wasn’t so tipsy, there’d be so many ways to spin that joke.
“Aren’t you afraid we’ll be interrupted?” I ask as I unclasp my bra. Then I unzip my skirt, and get into the shower.
Nate grins and follows me, a wicked light in his eyes. Wicked is my favorite kind of light. And my favorite musical.
Okay. No show tunes right now, Julia. There’s a time and a place for all things.
“Mike’s rarely in his room here. He wanted to be with Stacy. I think Tyler’s still out on the Strip somewhere. Probably horndogging it around town,” he says, kissing my bare shoulder. I groan as he joins me under the hot water, the glass stall steaming up around us.
“I’m sorry I pulled you away from your bachelor party,” I say, hitching my leg up around his waist. Already, I can feel his cock hardening, pushing against me. We kiss again, and Nate nibbles at my jaw, my neck.
“I think Mike and Stacy are having a better time just by themselves.” He grins down at me, and we kiss. I get lost in it, and he tightens his arms around my body. “They don’t have nearly as much fun apart as they do together.”
“That’s the kind of love everyone looks out for,” I say, my mouth wandering down his neck. I also circle my hand around his fully-erect cock. My fingers trail along its length, and I earn a hiss that melts into a moan.
“Maybe. But in a pinch, sex with a beautiful woman in a shower will do,” he growls against my mouth.
I grin, peppering kisses up his jawline, then down the other side of his neck. I go lower, lower until I’m on my knees in front of him, eye level with his shaft.
I wink up at him, and he gasps. “What are you doing?”
“One guess,” I say, and lick him. One of those nice, slow licks, introducing the head of his cock to my tongue and earning a sharp inhale. I pull back just enough to press a delicate kiss across his crown before I take him into my mouth, easing him in slowly.
Nate groans, and I grip his thighs, rock-hard and perfectly muscled. And I can’t help it—I groan, myself, the sound guttural and deep. I take him deep with a hard suck. My hand closes around the base of his cock, offering a consolatory squeeze, and my head begins to rock back and forth.
“Jesus, your mouth is fucking perfect,” he whispers, bracing one hand against the shower stall. “Keep going.”
I taste him very slowly, exploring his every thick, throbbing inch. He tastes wonderful, salt and steel. My tongue swirls and explores, lapping around him, caressing his cockhead every time I pull away. I’m not sure what he likes more, so I give it all to him. A long suck and then a lick of my tongue. A hard pull and a squeeze of my hand. Nate’s groans grow louder and more frequent, his body lined with tension, and I’m kinda addicted to him being at my mercy.
“Julia,” he whispers, his voice throaty.