“I meant I was kind of fast. A little rough.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. And if I was—”
“Rough,” she said, her expression as innocent as a schoolgirl’s. “A little fast.”
His expression was glum.
“Yes.”
“Well, then,” she said, pushing a lock of dark hair off his forehead, “I guess we’ll just have to do this all over again. So I can decide if you were too fast and too rough, I mean.”
His expression changed in a heartbeat; he gave a low, sexy laugh.
She could almost feel her toes curl.
“An experiment,” he said. “Terrific. I’ve always loved science.”
His arms tightened around her. He kissed her, one big hand at the base of her spine, the other cupping the back of her head. The kiss was slow and tender, but when she sighed and rose to him, he hardened against her.
Her lips curved against his.
“Experiment time,” she whispered.
Tanner scooped her into his arms and carried her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He stepped into the glass shower stall and put her on her feet. There were five sprays in the stall, one overhead, the others set into the tile walls.
He turned on the one above them and a gentle fall of warm water cascaded from the ceiling.
“Nice,” Alessandra said.
“Much better than nice.”
She smiled up at him.
God, she was so beautiful.
Water beaded her dark lashes, glittered like jewels in her hair.
Need for her pounded through him, but he wasn’t going to make love to her here. He wanted her in that big bed in the adjoining room, her golden hair spread over the pillow, her body open to his touch and taste…
He groaned, swung away from her, reached blindly for a container of body wash on the built-in corner shower shelves, filled his hand with a silky liquid that smelled of vanilla and turned her away from him.
“Mmm,” she sighed, as he began washing her.
Mmm, indeed.
Because working the stuff into her skin sure as hell wasn’t taking his thoughts off the only place they wanted to go.
Okay. He’d just have to rub more briskly…
But there was the long, lovely length of her spine to caress. The rounded curves of her ass. Her thighs.
The sweetness between her thighs.
She made a breathless little sound as he stroked her, and all his resolve vanished.
The need to have her take him deep within her became all that mattered.