Page 90 of A Shot at Love
“I want you inside me,” she said.
Ky’s smile was wicked. “First things first.” He reached around her and grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the shower ledge. After squirting some into his hands he said, “Turn around.”
Without even the thought of a retort, Gemma did.
Ky massaged the liquid through her hair, his fingers circling and swirling along her scalp as he brought it into a full lather.
Gemma groaned and reached out to plant her hands on the tiled wall in front of her for balance. Her knees were so weak, and Ky’s hands felt so good, she wasn’t sure she could keep standing for any length of time. “You can’t imagine how good that feels,” she whispered.
The low, deep rumble of his chuckle almost made her come where she stood.
“Face me,” he said, with a subtle yank on her arm. When she turned around, he added, “You’re getting better at following orders.”
She opened one eye and regarded him through it. “I never have trouble following orders I want to obey. It’s the ones I don’t that get me into trouble.”
With a smile, Ky pushed her head back and helped rinse her hair. That done, he took the bar of soap into his hand and worked up a lather between his fingers. “Open your eyes, Gemma.”
She did.
“I want to watch your eyes when I do this.”
“Do what? Oh, sweet baby Jesus!” Her eyes slammed shut again the moment his soapy fingers circled on her puckered nipples.
“Open your eyes.”
That growl almost did her in. When she opened them to see him watching her face, his own so focused, intent, and—damn!—wild, her heart stopped beating for a second and then giddy-apped.
He rubbed and brushed the tips of his fingers around the mounds of her breasts, down along her ribcage and hips, swirling circles along each inch of skin he touched, lathering the soap to a luxurious mix of bubbles and cream. When he reached the dusting of downy hair on her mons, palmed it, and then slid a finger between her thighs, Gemma’s spine shook from her neck to her tailbone.
Afraid she truly would slip and, god forbid break something in the shower, she reached out and braced against his chest for support. “Ky!”
“Love the way my name sounds on your mouth.” He slid two soapy fingers fully inside her, pushing against her pelvis with his free hand.
Her eyes had a will of their own, because despite his growled commands, she couldn’t keep them open. Wave after wave broke within her from his touch. Gemma came so hard and so quick, she wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming sensations that shot through her. Ky held on fast, riding the climax with her, whispering words she didn’t understand in her ear.
When her brain started to function again, she opened her eyes.
Ky’s wet hair was plastered to his scalp, water droplets sliding down his cheeks to his jaw.
“Feel all clean now?” he asked with a self-satisfied smirk that had her wanting to punch him and kiss him at the same time.
“I feel something,” she said, letting her hands roam down to cup him, “but I wouldn’t exactly call it clean.”
A breath whistled through his teeth when she scraped her nails along the thick line of hardened skin connecting his balls with his penis.
“I think the word I’m looking for is,” she swirled her tongue around one of his wet nipples, rewarded when it hardened into a pebble, “dirty.”
His eyes went from a hazy, drowsy ocean green to the color of smoke, burning and feral. For the thousandth time since they’d met she wished she had her camera handy. To capture him like this, wild and raw and completely untamed, unguarded and free, would have been a once in a lifetime photograph.
The artist in Gemma was captivated by his undeniable masculinity. The woman in her was simply captivated. By him. Only by him.
Ky reached around her and shut the shower off.
“Hey! I didn’t wash you.”
“No need. I’m just going to get all sweaty again. And so are you.”
He picked her up allowing her legs to circle around his waist and stepped from the tub.
With a flick of his hand, he dragged a towel from the rack and threw it over her neck, sopping some of the water from her hair.
In two strides he crossed the room to the bed, tossed her down on it, and covered her body with his.
