Dani’s giggles turn to squeals of laughter as he lathered up his hands, and ran them over every inch of her, this time concentrating on the sweet spots, his palms brushing against her nipples, his fingertips parting her ass and finding her folds, exploring so thoroughly that she writhed and reveled under his touch. Before he could call it done, though, she grabbed the soap out of his hands, noting in surprise that the small complementary bar had already been whittled down to a mere sliver. She focused on what was important, having already thoroughly scrubbed the icing from his newly-formed bruises, and caressed his chest, sliding down his belly to that lower place, letting the rough hairs collect the lather as she soaped his erection until it was gleaming with suds, and reached down to wash his balls.
It was his turn to gasp, to reach for her, pressing her against the wall of the shower, lifting her so that both legs wrapped around his waist. The tile was cold against her back, but he was all heat as he bent his head to devour her mouth while one hand found her breast, and kneaded it until she was moaning and desperate for more.
Only then did he release her that they might rinse off, the water stroking the parts of each other they couldn’t reach. He used the hand-held showerhead to make sure no soap lingered in the delicate folds, and she about jumped out of her skin when he set the head to a hard, pulsating stream of water that pounded her clit in exquisite agony.
“Luke!”
His name became a plea. The showerhead was forgotten; it was his fingers that pressed her there, rubbing in slow circles, teasing until she found herself begging, half in tears for him to take her.
Luke complied by turning her to the far wall and bent her over. She braced herself against the wall with her hands as he set himself behind her and held her hips. She felt him there, behind her, the hard flesh of his shaft against her ass. He shifted her position and she spread her legs further, moaning in delight and anticipation as he pressed in, just a little, only it wasn’t enough to give her the relief she so craved. She growled with all the frustration of the past few days and reached back to grab his hands.
He was being gentle, considerate. It was the last thing she wanted. She braced herself on the slick floor of the shower and pressed back, skewering herself on him. Hard. Deep. Dani was in no mood for niceties; she needed him, and she was going to have him.
Luke grunted in surprise, but recovered quickly, his hands digging into her hips, his thrusts deep, hard, and fast. She felt him fill her and she braced against the wall, arms pressing against the tile as he took her.
It wasn’t enough. The angle was awkward, and he couldn’t bury himself deep enough to satisfy her. She pulled free, wanting more, much more, and yanked him free of the shower, letting it run. They fell into bed, soaking wet, and she mounted him. For a moment she paused, staring down at the man she loved, the man who’d come through for her again and again, the man who smiled now and reached for her with such passion and joy that she fairly jumped on his shaft and rode him, letting the frustrations and need guide her. This...this was finally enough. She paused for a moment to savor it, the feel of him filling her fully, the way he twitched inside her, the way her muscles clenched around him. This was sex at its ultimate, perfect, best. And they’d only just begun.
The water sprayed in the background and the comforter was wicking water from their bodies as she slammed herself harder on him, until the entire bed jolted against the wall.
He rolled then, sending her sprawling in the middle of the bed with her legs spread, and rolled on top of her. He slid back inside her and continued the maddening thrusts, his face dropping to her neck, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
She could feel the heat rising in her, the portent to her climax, and she grabbed his butt cheeks and squeezed as her legs wrapped around him. She cried out as she spasmed, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Please, don’t stop.
She came hard, her body in spasms, but Luke was still going. Over the waves of orgasm, he still slid in and out, in and out, even as her initial climax began to plateau.
“Oh... oh... my... nooo...” she cried as another orgasm built in her. This one promised to be bigger, harder, blinding.
Luke grunted and stiffened. She could feel him spasm inside of her, and then the second wave hit. She screamed into his shoulder, legs pulling him harder, demanding he penetrate her to the core. Her body shook, and she slammed against him as he shuddered over her.
They fell together, breathing heavily. The water in the shower ran, white noise in another room, an exotic location just beyond the door.
Dani turned to look at Luke. It was incredible. He was hers. She was his.
He mumbled something into the wet duvet.
“What?” Her voice sounded dry, creaky.
“I said—” He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Wanna try the tub next?”
Chapter Sixteen
Three Days Later
“Welcome,” William said, as expansively as ever. The office wasn’t oval, and it wasn’t in the White House, but that’s where the line of distinction ended. The office was larger than most apartments; it hosted a fireplace, several televisions, a wet bar, and a small lounge for informal meetings. This was apparently not an informal meeting after all. Luke and Dani sat in a pair of wingback chairs that seemed almost to reach out and enfold them. Luke felt slightly claustrophobic, imprisoned by a chair.
His father had probably arranged for those chairs precisely for that effect.
Behind the desk, William sat staring at them over steepled fingers. Thomas perched on a corner of the desk, watching them.
“You two work very well together,” Thomas said without preamble. “I was quite impressed. Marcus agrees with me as well. The work you were able to do on this case was... unorthodox, but effective.”
“The president extends his gratitude,” William interrupted. “The clothing you left on his plane has been returned to you, yes?”
Dani nodded. Her t-shirt, shorts, and underwear had been laundered, folded, and sealed in plastic. It came in a package by special delivery. It felt odd to spend that much on a shirt with a hole in it and a pair of home-made cut-offs. Still, tax dollars at work...
Luke was still on his guard. Being around his father always put him on edge. He had his hackles up and was trying to bore a hole into his father’s head with his glare. So far he’d had no luck, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to try.
“The reason we asked you to come here—” Thomas began.
“Was not to talk about the hotel bill,” William said, with a sharp look at his son. “Although, if we were to talk about it, I do have to admit I’m a little confused on how an overnight stay at a nearby hotel can cost...” he looked at a note on his desk, “six thousand, three hundred and fifty-nine dollars.”
“Well—” Dani blushed and looked at the floor. She turned to Luke.
“We had to replace the bedding. And the mattress,” he said quietly, though he felt the smile tugging at his lips. “Seems it wasn’t really that waterproof.”
“And the damage to the tub,” Dani reminded him.
“Yeah.” He turned to her and nodded. “Looked big enough for cannon balls.” He shrugged.
“And sixteen bottles of imported Champagne?” William asked.
Luke and Dani looked at each other. They turned back to look at William. “Well, we needed the bubbles...”
“For the cannon ball experiment,” Dani added helpfully. “And since I don’t drink...”
“You filled...” William looked from one to the other.