Dangerous Crush (Dangerous Noise 2)

"I'd like you to join."

"Your shower big enough?"

"We'll make it work." I squeeze his hand and lead down the hall. I'm pretty sure Kit is saying something but I haven't got a clue what it is. My head is too full of thoughts of his naked, sopping wet body to focus on anything else.

The shower in my bathroom is okay, but the shower in Mom and Dad's bathroom—that's a hell of a shower.

Usually, we ignore their room. It's a waste of a beautiful master bedroom—the windows look out on the ocean—but it's not like anyone wants to sleep here.

Kit takes in the room with a bemused smirk.

"Yes?" I ask.

He nods to the expensive dresser. "Nice stuff."

"And?"

He smiles. "Spoiled rich girl."

"When I see your parents' place, I'm going to torture you as badly as you're torturing me." I reach up to undo his top button. "Then you'll be sorry for your attitude."

He shakes his head. "Won't be sorry."

"How can you be sure?"

He runs his fingers over my jawline then over my cheeks. "You're too cute when you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"Or embarrassed."

"I'm not—"

"You are." He pulls my hair tie off. "You want to earn your way in the world." He runs his fingers through my hair. "It's admirable."

"Stubborn?"

"That too." He leans down to press his lips to mine.

I groan as his tongue slides into my mouth. I have a task here, and it's getting him naked. I can't forget that just because he's a fantastic kisser.

There. I undo one button. A second. A third. Then Kit's hands are on my ass, and he's pulling my body into his, pressing my crotch into his erection, and I forget about everything else.

He undoes the buttons of my jeans and pushes them off my hips.

I shimmy them to my ankles then step out of them. Again, my hands fumble over his buttons. This time, I manage to get them all.

He slides the shirt off his shoulders. His eyes find mine. His pupils are dilated and his cheeks are flushed, but his brow is furrowed and there's tension in his shoulders.

I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Don't make me ask what you're thinking again."

He cocks a brow.

"Or worse, offer you a penny for your thoughts."

"Don't want to bribe me?"

I shake my head.