“Well . . .”
His hands grabbed my bare hips. “Just remember, you started it.”
Steam rose from the glass-enclosed shower, creating a sheen of sweat on my body. Anticipation of what he meant by that aroused me so quickly, I was nearly ready to orgasm before he even touched me.
I pulled the shower door open and stepped inside. Drake removed his clothes and came in behind me, urging me forward and away from the hot stream of water. Just as I was about to turn, his hands clamped down on my shoulders.
“Lean forward and brace yourself.”
It was as if I was in a hypnotic trance. I never questioned him; I just did as he asked. The tile was cold under my palms and I shivered a little since the water barely touched me. All I could feel was the heat radiating from his body into mine.
When his erection grazed my ass, I wiggled it a bit, and he gave my hip a gentle tap. “Not yet, Ms. Washburn.”
My chest tightened, not knowing what he had planned, so I waited for his next move. Naturally, Drake took his time. I didn’t know how he was so patient, considering how eager I was to get this show on the road, but it was driving me crazy. Maybe that was his plan all along. I honestly didn’t know, but it was working because I was slick between my legs, and it wasn’t because of the shower.
Suddenly, his fingers were on my ankles. “Spread your legs.”
Again, I did as he wanted. At this point, I was sure I would do anything he asked.
“I love this ass,” he said as he placed a kiss on each of my cheeks, and a soft squeal escaped me.
My body responded to each syllable he spoke and each touch of his skin on mine.
“Drake, I need to—”
He cut me off. “I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you. More than once; I promise. Now, turn around.”
When I did, I found him on his knees, and before I could utter another word, his mouth was on me. Watching him spread me with his thumbs and lick me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. My hips bucked toward his mouth.
“My girl is a bit impatient today.”
It wasn’t impatience; it was greed. I knew what he could do to me, and I wanted it all. It was as if I was drunk on him. I could feel everything and knew what was happening, but I was so turned on that I was dizzy with lust.
His hand came up behind my right leg, and he lifted it over his left shoulder.
“God, you’re beautiful. So swollen and ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I need you. Please.” I was hoping he heard me, because I could barely hear myself over my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
He definitely did. At first it was only his tongue inside me, then one finger, and then two. His palm massaged my clit until I was on the precipice of falling apart.
“That’s it, babe,” he said in a low voice. “Give it to me. I want to taste every bit of you.”
That was all I needed—my orgasm instantly claimed me. I was sure I was going to topple over and crash through the glass door. Drake’s hands steadied me, and I was thankful his strong shoulder supported me.
But when he stood and cupped my face, I saw it. The look in his eyes was one I’d seen in my past but never thought I’d see again. It was then I believed this man might love me. When he kissed me, I felt it, the tenderness I’d dreamed of.
It was then and there I knew I was in love with Drake Prescott.
“It’s your turn.” I smiled and waggled my eyebrows.
“You don’t have to. I was kidding when I said tit for tat. Knowing that I pleasured you is enough.”