Too Hot to Handle (Jackson Hole 2)

“What else?” he rasped.

She shook her head again. “No. I can’t.”

“You can. Please. Please. Show me.”

She had to look away from him. She couldn’t watch his face. Instead she looked down to her own trembling hands as she reached for the button of her jeans. She pulled the zipper down slowly then slid her fingers down her belly, beneath her underwear. When she touched her clit, her breath broke in her throat.

Shane’s hand spread over her shoulder, his thumb tracing her collarbone. “You thought of me?” he asked as she slowly slipped her fingers deeper.

“Yes.”

His fingertips trailed down her skin and circled her nipple. She groaned and arched her head back.

“God, Merry. You make me insane.”

She’d never done anything like this. Never. But she kept touching herself as Shane shrugged out of his shirt and stood bare-chested before her. He kissed her, making her whimper against his mouth then reached over to turn on the shower.

“Let’s make your fantasy come true.”

Oh, this was already way better than her fantasy, but she wasn’t going to stop now. They both stripped down to nothing, and she couldn’t believe how hard he was. How big already. The head swollen and skin stretched tight. She almost groaned again and she wasn’t even touching herself anymore.

Shane stepped into the shower and held out a hand to pull Merry in after him. The water was hot, but what made her gasp was the searing heat of his skin as he pressed himself to her. His cock lay against her belly like a brand.

“Is this how you thought of it?” he asked, his mouth dragging down her neck. “Us together?

Under the water? Like this?”

She pushed her hips tighter against him, loving the way the length of him slipped against her slick belly. She didn’t want to say no. Didn’t want him to step away. But she’d give him the truth about this. “No,” she whispered against his dampening hair. He smelled like sweat, but she liked it. A more potent version of his natural scent.

“No?”

“I just…watched you. You were washing yourself, and you…”

She couldn’t say it, but she felt the breath shudder from his chest as his teeth pressed her neck.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He stepped back and reached for the body wash. She felt dizzy. Her heart fluttered like a trapped bird in her chest, and she had to lean against the shower wall as Shane spread dripped soap over his chest.

“Touch yourself,” he said as he soaped his chest.

She touched herself. He spread the soap down to his thick cock. “Oh, God,” she breathed as a bolt of lust shot through her body and ended right between her thighs. She’d never seen a man do that before. She’d never seen a man’s fist around his shaft, slowly stroking. “Oh, God. Shane.”

She edged her foot up to the rim of the tub and rubbed herself, painfully aware of his eyes on her as she did. But if he could offer her a show, she could let him watch, couldn’t she? She could do that.

And damn, it felt so good. So good to touch herself and watch Shane’s arm flex as he worked his cock. This was insane. Reckless. And so, so dirty. She couldn’t believe it was her. Couldn’t believe it was real.

But it felt real. She felt tight and swollen and so close already.

Shane shifted, angling his body closer to her, bracing an arm above her head. His tension and size added danger to the mix, and Merry felt everything inside her wind tighter. His fist stroked faster. She looked up and found him watching her intently, each of his breaths edged with a low growl.

“Watch me,” he ordered. “This is what you wanted, Merry. Wasn’t it? Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.” Her gaze swept down his wet body, over the soap suds stuck in his chest hair, down to the rivulets that snaked down his stomach, and finally to his hard cock. Oh, God. He was so thick. The head so tight and plump and darkly flushed with need.

“Watch,” he growled, tightening his fist just as Merry’s own body tightened.