Page 86 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

“That sounded responsible,” I said.

“You contain powdered sugar.”

Her gaze dropped to the front of her dress. “There’s still some?”

“Near the strap.”

“Take care of it.”

I set down the water and brushed the sugar from her skin. My thumb passed once over the top of her breast.

Her breath caught.

“You needed that even less than the first time,” she said.

“I know.”

She placed her glass behind her. “We’re committed now.”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t mean you stop asking what I want.”

“I won’t. What do you want?”

Talia caught the front of my olive shirt. “You in the shower.”

Heat gathered low in my abdomen.

“That’s specific.”

“I’ve had all day to think about it.”

She opened the first button. “I want to wash dust, smoke, and half a funnel cake off both of us. Then I want you to sit on that bench and let me lead.”

My cock hardened against my jeans.

Talia opened another button. “Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“That sounded strained.”

She smiled and led me into the bathroom.

The bathroom barely held us both. Talia turned on the shower and tested it with her fingers.

I closed the door.

Talia faced me and lifted her arms. “Unzip me.”

I lowered the zipper slowly. The red fabric loosened over her curves.

She stepped out of the boots and let the dress fall. Red lace covered her breasts and pussy.

My palms flexed at my sides.

Talia glanced down. “I planned ahead.”