Dirty Distractions (Afternoon Delight 1)

His jaw flexed, and that little nervous tic helped her regain her footing. “You’re not feeling well.”

“No. And on the way to going after something amazing, I’d rather not risk a lackluster performance when I’m not at full strength. At least not ‘til I’m sure you’ll stick around for repeats.”

He stroked the backs of her fingers with his thumb. “You can be sure,” he murmured. “But I’ll defer to your judgment. Today.”

“Such a gentleman.”

“Yeah, and you’re also naked, so what’s not to like?”

She smiled, almost forgetting that she hurt all over. He was making this so easy. “Are you up for helping me with my shower? And speaking of up…” She licked her lips as she glanced at the definite rise beneath his jeans. “Maybe you could demonstrate what you told me about earlier, with a live visual in front of you.”

He reached over his head and gripped the back of his T-shirt. “You never say what I expect,” he muttered, tossing the shirt aside and immediately going for the button on his jeans.

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked as he stripped off his jeans and boxers in one fluid move.

“No. It’s a very good thing. I love that I never know where you’ll hit me next.”

His body wasn’t perfect. Thin white lines traced his ribs, a dark red scar bisected his thigh, and a patch of mottled skin marred one hip. The marks intrigued her much more than unblemished skin would have. She knew there were stories behind those wounds.

“Where’d you get this?” she wondered, running her fingertips over his hip.

“Pan of hot milk when I was making cocoa as a kid. Knocked it right off the stove. Then I didn’t tell my mom about it, figuring I’d get in trouble. Damn thing scarred right over.”

“And this?” She brushed his thigh, doing her best to avoid staring at his eye-popping erection. It was hard to avoid, but she would get there in due course.

“Jumping off the upstairs deck into the backyard in high school.”

“What?” Her gaze flew up to his. “From the second floor? Are you crazy?”

He gave her a cocky grin. “I’d always wanted to see how

it felt to fly.”

“And?”

“Flying’s awesome. Crashing, not so much.”

She laughed and rubbed her thumbs over his ribs. “What about all these?”

“Assorted accidents over the years. Nothing too serious. There are more on my back.”

“You like living dangerously.”

“Correction. I like living.” He leaned in and sank his teeth into her lower lip, staring so deep into her eyes that her pussy went damp. “Try it. You’ll see how fun it is.”

“I do live, thank you very much. But—”

He placed a finger over her lips in that seductively annoying way he had. “Show me.”

She stepped into the shower and motioned for him to follow. Once she’d turned on the taps, she lifted her face to the warm spray and immediately started to cough. She sputtered out a laugh when Brad shut the shower door and hauled her back against him.

“Sick girls need warmer water than this.” He cranked up the heat until steam rose around them then drew her arms around his neck, offering her support and setting a blowtorch to her simmering libido.

His body was so muscled and hard. And his cock was the hardest of all, wedged tight against the curve of her back.

“Is that really for me?” she asked, a little awestruck, until his soft laughter shook her out of her stupor. “I mean—”

“I know what you mean. And yes. It’s really for you.” His hands wrapped around her waist, his broad fingers spreading to encompass her stomach. She didn’t consider herself small normally, but he made her feel tiny. “Every painful inch,” he added, making her smile as she craned her neck to look up at him.