Liz was inside and he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye, so either she was planning to come back out or she just assumed he would go back in. And, if he went back in, was she assuming he’d stay for a while?
When she didn’t make an appearance after another minute, he locked the truck and went inside. She was in the kitchen, frowning at the pile of camping debris.
“I think I own more camping stuff than I do house stuff,” she said.
“Depends on how you classify those chairs in the living room.”
“Funny. You want a drink?”
So he was staying for a while. “What do you have?”
She thought about it for a few seconds. “Water?”
“Sounds good.”
She grabbed a bottle from the fridge and handed it to him. “I’m glad I don’t have to work tomorrow. I’m not ready to face four-thirty yet.”
“I don’t have to get up at four-thirty, but I do have to work tomorrow. And between now and then, I have to empty my truck, do a shitload of laundry, shower and sleep.”
She leaned back against her counter, a naughty smile tilting the corners of her mouth. “You can save time and shower here if you want.”
Oh, yeah. He most definitely wanted.
*
Liz took her time soaping Drew down. It was a novelty, having all the time she wanted in the privacy of her own home, and she intended to enjoy every second she had him.
She started with his hair and he moaned, eyes closed, as she worked up a lather and massaged his scalp. The spot at the base of his neck made him suck in his breath, so she returned to it again and again, rubbing it with the tips of her fingers. When she tipped his head back under the stream, he let out a sigh of pleasure as the water washed the shampoo away.
Then she picked up the bar of soap and turned it over and over in her hands. Once they were lathered, she ran them over his shoulders and his chest before moving down to his abdomen. His muscles twitched under her slick touch, and his breathing grew rough as she made her way slowly and deliberately down his body.
Stepping very close to him, she put her hands behind him and soaped his back before running them over the firm mound of his ass. Her breasts rubbed his chest and his hands grasped her hips, holding her to him.
“You feel so good,” he said in a raspy voice against her hair. “Is it my turn?”
“I’m not through with you yet.” She wasn’t sure she ever would be through with wanting to touch him.
When he growled his impatience, she chuckled and re-soaped her hands. She did each leg next, enjoying the way he froze when her fingertips lingered near the tops of his thighs. Finally, she wrapped her hand around the hard length of him and stroked gently. Drew groaned and moved his hips toward her, urging her on.
She stroked a little faster, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, until he braced his hands against her shoulders and pushed her gently against the shower wall.
“It’s my turn now,” he said, and his hot gaze raked over her body.
Following her example, he started by washing her hair. Hers was long and thick, and it took him a while. She lost herself in the sensation of his fingertips massaging her scalp and then his hands working through the long strands, rinsing the shampoo out.
Then his lathered hands mimicked the path hers had taken. He ran them over her shoulders and her breasts. The soap made his skin glide over hers, and she whimpered when his thumb flicked over her nipple. She sucked in her stomach when his hand slid downward, her knees practically trembling in anticipation.
Liz had to grab on to his shoulders when he finally slid his hand between her legs. He caressed her there, working her into a state of desperate need, until the only thing keeping her from falling was being trapped between the shower wall and his body.
“The water’s turning cold,” he murmured against her ear.
“Don’t care.”
“Because it’s hitting my back, not yours.” He pulled away from her so he could reach back for the faucet handle.
“Wait, I’m still soapy.”
Her rinsing wasn’t as leisurely and sensual as his. She ducked under the water, which was turning cold even faster than she’d anticipated, even as he turned it to full hot to get the last few drops. The second she was clean, he killed the water, amusement all over his face.
“You’re covered in goose bumps,” he said.
“You should stop laughing at me and warm me up.”
He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her, trapping her to him again. “I can do both.”
After patting them both down with the towel, he took her hand and led her into her bedroom. A fleeting thought went through her mind that the room looked so much like her bedroom at the lodge, it was almost as if they were making love in that spot again. Except this time they were alone, there was no rush and they weren’t hiding anything from anybody.