She had never been more thankful of her tendency to stress-clean than she was when she led Luke into the bathroom. How embarrassing it would have been had the bathroo
m been dirty. Fortunately, both the bathroom and the kitchen had been well cleaned before his arrival.
“Nice place.” Luke looked around the bathroom as they stepped inside.
She loved her bathroom. Bigger than what you could normally find in the city, she’d had the space redone to include a large shower and double vanities. She modeled it after a spa, with the thoughts that it would be comforting after a long day’s work. Truthfully, she never thought about inviting a man into it.
Ever the Dom, Luke made himself right at home, turning on the water, and taking two towels from the towel rack to place on nearby hooks.
He peeked inside her shower. “I bet you only have girly soap, don’t you?”
“The alternative would suggest I make it a common occurrence to have men in my shower.”
She didn’t miss the flash of jealousy that was apparent in his eyes for just a brief second.
“When you put it that way.” He shrugged.
“Kind of makes you like girly soap, doesn’t it?”
“I’ll never have been happier to smell like a rose,” he said with a grin.
She dug through her cabinet drawers until she found a neutral scent she’d picked up at a hotel. “Lucky for you, I’m all out of rose.”
“Bless you.”
“I have to admit, I’m not overly fond of my man smelling like a rose.”
His grin grew larger. “Your man?”
Did she say that? Was he upset? He didn’t look upset, but on some men it was hard to tell.
“I, uh, mean, you know. Is that what I said?”
No, he didn’t look upset at all. In fact, he looked the exact opposite of upset. He started walking toward her and his movements reminded her of a tiger she once saw in the zoo: confident with a hint of cocky. The corner of his mouth lifted up. “Oh yes. You definitely said it.”
With one quick move, he captured her in his arms. “You said your man.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to deny it, but before she could, he covered her mouth with his. “Turns me on so much to hear you say that,” he said when he broke the kiss for air. “To think of you as my woman.”
Just that quickly, all thoughts of soap, cleaning the apartment, and denying him anything flew out the window. And in that second, she wanted to be his woman, and even more so, his submissive.
In the back of her mind, there was the nagging voice telling her she couldn’t be his anything with The Taskmaster between them. But she refused to dwell on that while she was in Luke’s arms, kissing him, with his hands promising all sorts of sensual pleasure. She wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment forever, because surely nothing could beat naked Luke in her steamy bathroom.
He pulled away. “We’d better get in the shower if we don’t want to run out of hot water.”
“Always so practical.”
“It’s more than being practical. It’s about keeping you naked and wet as long as possible.”
“I see. So it’s really you just being perverted?”
“I assume that’s a rhetorical question.”
She laughed, enjoying the easy banter between them, and decided for the rest of the night she wasn’t going to spend one second thinking about The Taskmaster. At the moment, there was only space for Luke in her thoughts.
And right now he was stepping into her shower and his ass looked so fine. . . .
“You’re staring at my ass, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t know why you would assume that.” She was only slightly perturbed he’d known what she was doing.
“I can tell by the sound of your voice that I’m right.”
“You don’t always have to be right, you know. Or get the last word in.”
“Meagan?”
“Yes?”
“Get your ass in here.”
She mumbled halfheartedly for a few seconds about how bossy he was, but as soon as she stepped into the shower, he stopped her with a kiss. His lips were urgent, like he hadn’t gotten enough of her in the kitchen. She was only vaguely aware of the hot water washing over her. Luke had moved into her mind, leaving little room for anything else.
“You look so damn hot covered in water.” His gaze traveled up and down her body. “I may keep you in the shower indefinitely.”
“That would be hell on your camera and equipment.”
His lips were back on her, and she tipped her head to give him greater access as he nibbled his way down. “Who needs cameras when I’ve got you naked and wet in my arms?”
“Know what’s even better?”
“Nothing.”
She laughed. “Me naked and wet and bathing you.”
“That might do me in,” he said, but in all fairness, he looked pretty damn hot himself.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
She took a clean cloth and worked the hotel body wash into a rich lather. Starting at his neck, she took her time, squeezing the soapy water over his shoulders and scrubbing. Surprisingly enough, he remained still, letting her explore his body while she washed it.
“Turn around,” she said.
She loved his back. It was all strength and muscles, and she couldn’t help but taste him. She licked him right between the shoulder blades and delighted in the groan he gave in return.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned when she went a step further and lightly scratched him with her nails. She catalogued all his responses, wanting to commit to memory everything he liked. Before when they were together, she was so caught up in him and experiencing submission for the first time, she hadn’t paid close attention to his body.
Now, she suddenly realized, she could. Especially with her experience as a Top. Until the impromptu shower with Luke, she’d never thought about using the Domme side of her to enhance her service as a submissive. Funny, she thought, since she’d always been quick to tell others how being a submissive helped one to Top.
She didn’t know she’d laughed out loud until Luke turned around and she realized she’d stopped washing him.
“Is my backside humorous?” he asked. He tried to look behind him. “I mean, I always thought it was rather average-looking, but now I’m worried. Especially if the sight of it makes you laugh right when you were in the middle of doing something else.”
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t laughing at your backside.”
He took a step toward her and pressed her against the tile shower wall. “Thank goodness. What was so funny, then?”
She ran her hands down his chest, delighting in the way he sucked in his breath. “It’s not overly humorous. Just something I found interesting.”
He nibbled on her ear. “Tell me, before we run out of hot water.”
“I’ve already washed you. If we run out of water, you’ll be fine. I’ll be the one who’s still sticky.”
“Point taken. I’ll wash you while you talk.” He didn’t wait, but lathered up body wash and started on her shoulders.
“You know, it’s really hard to remember what I was thinking about with you doing that.”
He brushed her nipple. “Too bad. Talk.”
Trying to concentrate on what she’d been thinking about before Luke got his hands all over her body, she took a deep breath. “You know how they always say it’s good for a Dominant to have experience as a sub?”