Merit followed her inside, through a small, cluttered kitchen, past a dinky living room, and into a cramped hall with three open doors. She disappeared through the first one, and he halted at the doorway of the bathroom to watch her bend down to reach under the sink.
The sight of her wet denim shorts stretching across her heart-shaped backside had him hard in about three seconds flat. When she straightened and turned around with two towels in hand, she pulled up short at the sight of him in the doorway.
She clutched the towels to her stomach, her blue eyes darkening as her pupils dilated. He was about to step closer when she thrust one of the towels at him.
“You’re as bad as Ian tromping through the house with dripping wet clothes.”
He absently took the towel while glancing down to see water droplets all over the hardwood floor. Raising his gaze, he met those gorgeous eyes of hers framed by rain-spiked lashes and her blond hair plastered to her forehead, cheeks, and neck.
“Want me to take ‘em off?”
Her eyes widened, and he heard that sexy little hitch in her breathing when she was excited. At least, in his experience, she’d been excited every time he’d heard the arousing sound escape from her lips. The confines of his wet jeans became more uncomfortable by the second.
“Sure. I can throw them in the dryer.” Her voice was a little high. “I mean, if you want.”
Oh, God, yes, he wanted.
Merit set his still folded towel on the counter, fished his cell out of his back pocket to set on the towel, then reached for the hem of his shirt. She turned away when he peeled the wet cotton off his torso, dragging it up and over his head. As he plopped it on the counter, she kept busy drying off her face, chest, and arms. But he was well aware of every peek she snuck in the mirror.
When he undid the button on his jeans, her movements slowed, until she rested her towel on the counter and watched his reflection. He saw her throat muscles work as her gaze followed the downward slid of his zipper. At the sight of her tongue darting out to wet her lips, an involuntary groan escaped his.
The sound jerked her head up. Time stood still, the only sounds their uneven breaths, the rumble of thunder, and rain drumming on the roof as they stared at each other in the mirror.
Merit moved in behind her, his chin clearing the top of her head by a good two inches. He kept his attention on her face while he grasped the hem of her wet tank top.
He didn’t ask permission, only paused long enough for her to stop him if she wanted to. Without a word, she raised her hands up above her head in clear invitation, gaze locked with his the entire time.
It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Agonizingly aware of her shallow breathing in sync with the throb of his erection, he complied with her unspoken request. His hungry gaze devoured every inch of skin he exposed in the mirror, committing the vision of her lush body to memory. The moment her top cleared her arms, he dropped it to the floor and stepped in close enough for his front to brush against her back.
He raked h
er hair away from her throat and leaned forward to lick the raindrops she’d missed at the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. She tipped her head to the side and closed her eyes, giving him all the access he wanted. As he opened his mouth against her cool skin to taste her, he slid his hand from her hip to her stomach, flattening his palm over the tiny swell beneath her bellybutton.
Knowing his baby grew inside her was a turn-on like he never would’ve thought possible. A husky groan escaped his throat as he gave her a gentle little bite, then soothed with his tongue. Her sharp inhale drew his gaze to hers in the mirror, and his pulse leapt when he saw she’d opened her eyes to watch him. He continued to kiss her neck, sliding his lips up until he could nip at her earlobe.
She reached with both hands to thread her fingers through his hair, the move making her breasts threaten to spill over the cups of her wet bra. He slid his hand up from her belly and met it with his other one to release the front clasp. Her perfect, creamy mounds spilled free to fill his hands. He squeezed and kneaded, then brushed his thumbs over the hard tips.
Mae pressed back against him, her breath coming in short pants as she whispered his name. His pulse skipped and then raced in anticipation. He’d waited months to hear her say his name again. Just like that.
Needing to do more than touch, he spun her around and then boosted her up onto the counter for easier access. He cupped her breasts again, lifting them as he bent forward to take one in his mouth. One glance up into her hooded gaze, one glimpse of her glistening bottom lip caught between her teeth, and he changed course to seal his mouth over hers instead.
Merit leaned into the kiss, pressing her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth to stroke against hers. She spread her legs and hooked her heels around the back of his thighs to pull him in closer.
The storm outside faded into the background as the kiss raged hot and deep. He continued to caress her breasts as her hands moved from his shoulders, over his chest, then slid lower to the waistband of his unzipped jeans.
She cupped his length through his boxer briefs, and he throbbed against her hand. She rubbed up and down, then slipped her fingers under the elastic of his briefs and reached around to push them down over his hips. When the wet denim refused to cooperate, she growled in frustration.
He grinned against her mouth and reached down for her hands. “Need some help?”
“I need you inside me. Now.”
Fuck yes, his body agreed as he murmured, “Geezus, Mae. Keep talking like that and I’m going to come before I can even get my pants off.”
“You better not,” she warned as she squeezed his butt with both hands.
He laughed. “I’ll do my best. You got condoms in the bedroom?”