Secret Fantasy

Another thing to discuss with Doug, along with her newfound feelings. She smoothed out a wrinkle in the tablecloth, excitement building at the thought of seeing him again. But she had no desire to have him find her still rumpled and messed from last night’s activities.

Heading inside, she selected her outfit for the day and, after laying it out on the bed, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, then shower. Hot droplets pelted her skin and she reluctantly let the water rinse away any remnants of last night’s lovemaking. But knowing last night was just the beginning allowed the tingling anticipation to build all over again.

“Juliette.”

She thought she heard her name being called and grabbed for the shower curtain to cover herself.

“Juliette.” The voice sounded again, only this time she recognized it as Doug’s.

“In here.” Knowing he was her visitor relaxed her. Until the bathroom door slammed open and she realized she’d given him permission to join her. In the shower.

“You’re okay?” he called into the bathroom.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She slipped open the curtain, poking her head out but still keeping herself behind the opaque barrier.

He leaned against the doorframe, disheveled and out of breath. “You’re alone.” His relief was tangible.

She shook her head, damp strands touching her shoulders. “Who would be with me? What’s wrong with you?”

“You shouldn’t leave your door open,” he muttered, moving closer.

She inhaled the potent scent of sweat and man. “Been running a marathon?” she asked jokingly.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his shirt. Ripping the shower curtain open wide, he stepped inside, heedless of the running water, unconcerned about his remaining clothes.

His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. “I thought…never mind what I thought,” he said as he covered her mouth with his.

Juliette sighed and molded into him, letting him take control. He devoured her with his kiss and his hands roamed her body as if he didn’t quite believe she was okay. She didn’t know the reasons behind his obvious fear and concern but she had to admit she liked his possessiveness when directed her way. “I’m okay.”

He stepped back. “We need to talk.”

He had to be joking. He’d invaded her shower, treated her to one of his mind-blowing kisses, aroused her body and now he wanted to talk? She reached for the snap on his shorts. “Talking’s overrated.”

“Juliette.”

“Did I ever tell you what that low growl does to me?” She popped the snap and undid his zipper, pushed his shorts and briefs down. “It’s a sexy sound.”

One he made again as she wrapped her palm around his already hard erection. “There are things you need to be aware of,” he said.

“Later.” She pressed a kiss against his bare chest. “The hot water only lasts so long and I want to take advantage.”

More like she wanted to take advantage of him, Doug thought, helpless against her tender yet arousing touch. He kicked off the clothes encircling his ankles. Though he did need to level with her, now that they were alone and he knew she was safe, the news could wait a bit longer. Her lips traveled a steady line downward from the center of his chest past his abdomen and lingered so she could tease and torment him with her tongue.

He leaned his head back and groaned. As long as they were together, she would be safe, he told himself, and waiting another hour to tell her the truth wouldn’t matter. Then nothing mattered at all. She gripped his waist with her hands and she circled his erection with her mouth, using her lips and tongue with full, loving strokes to bring him to the brink of insanity.

He’d never expected such an incredible gift and knew he sure as hell didn’t deserve her openness and giving. He also refused to go all the way alone. As incredible as she made him feel now, he’d much rather be inside her body.

He lifted her to her feet and then into his arms, taking them out of the slippery tub before letting her slide down his body to stand on the floor, slowly, so he could revel in the feel of her softer body against his. Her full breasts pushed against his chest, her nipples puckered and peaked.

“What was that about?” she asked.

Eyes glazed, voice husky, she aroused him more. Even the chill didn’t bother him in the least, not when he was so hot for the woman in his arms.

“Leverage.” He backed her to the wall, bracketing her shoulders with his palms. “No way can I do what I want with you in the shower.”

A slow, sexy smile worked its way onto her lips. “Do tell.”

“I’d rather show you.” Bending his head, he kissed her sensually and completely, all the while moving his hips in maddeningly slow circles against her waist. His body strained for completion as he thrust against her over and over again.