Page 89 of A Shot at Love
“Um, fast and hard?”
Fingers hooked under the waistband of his sweats, he stopped cold and stared at her with such darkening embers glowing in his eyes, Gemma’s nipples hardened.
Ky reached out and bracketed his hands on the counter at her hips. The heat from his body engulfed her. With his mouth a whisper from hers, his gaze holding her captive, he pressed his mouth to hers and said, “We can debate fast and hard over slow and bone melting later,” he licked her bottom lip, “but I meant how do you like your shower temp?”
Gemma’s nervous giggle echoed in the tiled room. “As hot as you can get it.” She reached out and dragged her finger from the notch at his throat, down over his sweat-drenched pecs, to stop at his waist.
“Good. I’ve been taking enough ice-cold showers lately to last me a lifetime.”
Why her pulse tripled in rate at those words she’d think about later…much later. For now, she continued her finger wandering until it came to rest on the pronounced bulge under his sweats.
“Take these off,” she said, swiping her fingers up and down the length of him.
His lips twisted at the corners. He bent close to her, his mouth hovering over hers. “You sure do love to give orders.”
She stretched up and took his lips in a quick, hard, promising kiss. “I love when they’re followed even better.”
Ky striped out of his pants, toeing them behind him and, before she cold blink, had her shirt over her head and on the floor joining his. The heat from the shower began to steam the room.
One flick of his fingers and her sports bra joined her shirt. Ky captured each of her nipples between his fingers and rolled them to hard, pointy peaks.
“God, that feels so good.” Gemma’s head fell back and connected with the clouding mirror.
“Ouch! It’s a good thing I have a hard head.” She rubbed a hand across the back of it and grinned.
Ky lifted her from the counter to stand her flatfooted, then slipped a hand inside her pants. “Come on, klutz. Let’s get you out of these and into the shower.”
“Now who’s being bossy?” She let him tug her yoga pants down to the floor, her breath hitching when, on his way back up, he took his time to lick her from calf to the top V of her thighs. With a groan she could only term wanting, she shifted her legs, opening for him, and said a silent prayer he’d get the hint.
Bless the man for being smart.
He nuzzled into her for access, his breath sailing over her swollen, throbbing skin, making her skin tingle all the way to the roots of her hair, before he dragged his tongue along the length of her heat.
“You’re wetter than any shower,” he said, standing. He took her hand and helped her into the tub.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels good,” Gemma said when the pulsating water sluiced down her shoulders. She dipped her head back, wetting her hair, scooping her bangs off her face. “There’s nothing better than a hot, steamy shower after a workout.”
“I can think of one thing better.” Ky wound his hands around her waist and covered her body with his. The temperature of the heated water at her back was nothing compared to the furnace of the man wrapped around her front. When his lips took hers she couldn’t decide which was hotter: the water, him, or his kiss.
When his tongue pushed against her lips demanding entrance, she decided it was his kiss. Definitely. The man kissed her with a dedication and determination she could only equal to what she gave to her photography. He owned her lips, pure and simple. They were his to do with as he wanted, and Gemma wasn’t the least bit unnerved about giving up her control of them.
“You taste like sunshine,” he said, skimming her jaw. He pushed the wet hair back against her scalp, palmed her chin in his hands and changed the angle of the kiss, giving him deeper, fuller access.
Gemma felt the kiss all the way to her toes.
His hands roamed down her torso, lightly tickled her ribs and settled on her butt. He pulled her closer, his erection flattened against her belly, vibrating with need, engorged with desire. Gemma snaked a hand between their bodies and fisted him, squeezing with just enough pressure to make him shudder.
“And you feel like steel wrapped in velvet.” She moved her hand up and down, slowly, knowing full well what she was doing to him. She could feel his thighs shaking against her own. He hooked a leg around her calf, pressing his knee against her quaking mound, the coarse hairs on his thighs rubbing against her skin and shooting erotic prickles down her spine.
