I turned us so I could get the large glass door open and set her on her feet inside my steam shower. I was a big guy and required a lot of room. “So, you don’t want a nice hot shower?”
“Didn’t say that.” She nibbled her lip. “Maybe turn it on manually?”
I laughed and pressed my palm to the plate on the wall to override the voice functions. “Do you like a hot shower or…”
“Blistering.”
I stroked the back of my hand down her back and she shivered. “On this soft skin?”
“Like a lobster,” she said with a grin over her shoulder.
“Fucking dream girl.” I reached back and programmed it to 102º. Three jets and an overhead rain shower started. “Good?”
“Oh, sweet mercy.” She tipped her head back toward the gentle rain and held out her arms to feel the spray from the other jets. “I’m never leaving.”
I’m never letting you go.
I wasn’t stupid enough to say that part aloud. But I grinned down at her as she twirled once before dragging me under the hood with her. She turned her nose up, eyelashes starred with water and happiness.
This particular mental snapshot would follow me to my grave.
I lowered my mouth to hers and couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as she went up onto her toes to meet me. She hooked her arms under mine to grip my shoulders as we softly swayed under the rain hood. Lazy kisses led to lazy touches.
“Alexa, play ‘Into the Mystic’.”
She ran her nails lightly down my back to grip my ass. I definitely rose to attention, though I’d been halfway there anyway. She rubbed her middle along my shaft as I rained suds down on us. Her rainbow hair coated her skin, leaving her tight pink nipples to peek out and drag against my chest as we slowly circled with the song.
There were no words, just Van Morrison’s serenade and the water dancing at our feet. Suds teased between us and foamed around my aching cock. She brought her hand between us and stroked me lightly, then more firmly until I was the one tipping my head back to the rain coming down.
“Veronica.”
She stroked harder before stepping back for the water to sluice down between us, washing the soap away. Before I could stop her, she crouched down and took me between her lips. She moved us a step away from the rushing water, and I had to slap my hand against the tiled wall as she took more than half of me into her mouth.
Between her hold and suction, I was so far gone. I couldn’t do anything but watch and pray I didn’t embarrass myself. I tried to urge her to her feet, but she wouldn’t be deterred. With hot jets of water stinging my back, I tried to protect her from the deluge of water. I didn’t have the brain power to turn off some of the shower heads since she’d told me to turn it to manual.
All I could do was take it.
She held me captive with her witchy green eyes and a mouth made for sin.
I tucked her hair behind her ear, trying desperately to let her know she needed to pull away, but she wouldn’t hear of it, just doubled her efforts and I growled her name as the steam and her touch blurred my vision. I widened my stance and simply held on as the orgasm reduced me to rubble once again.
She was destroying me stone by stone and I only hoped I could rebuild myself if she marched away from me with my heart and possibly a baby.
I pulled her up, curling my arms around her shaking body. It was steamy and warm, but the water wasn’t reaching her anymore.
I did all I could do. I pulled her back under the hood and warmed her through. Both of us were weaving like drunks. Me because I was fairly sure my rainbow siren had tried to kill me
with her wicked mouth, and her because of the steam. We chuckled as we shared my fluffy washing scrubber.
There really weren’t any words I could come up with, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. No, it was intense and comforting at the same time. Finally, I turned off the water and pulled her out to wrap her in a fluffy towel.
She shivered and I pulled out a second towel for her hair. The gray towel swallowed her with enough room for two more people. “Sorry. I only have me sized towels.
“How handy, I like you sized towels.” She blotted her hair dry as she crossed to the huge window.
She looked good in my space. Too good. Especially for the number of times I’d imagined her right there. Firelight turned her rainbow hair gold and the room felt right for the first time in a long time.
Dangerous thoughts, son.