Dirty Distractions (Afternoon Delight 1)

“You’re welcome to take care of the problem. Actually, consider this open encouragement.”

“You weren’t kidding about that, huh?” He cupped her breasts and bent to nibble her ear, his lips curving at her gasp. “I love the sounds you make.” One of his hands dipped between her thighs. “How hot you get. How wet.”

“Spirit’s very willing. Flesh is pretty weak.” She ducked her head and sneezed, taking water up the nose.

Ow.

He laughed, and she elbowed him as he grabbed her bottle of shampoo. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” she said. “Do some work in here while you’re making fun of me.”

“Never.” A minute later she was purring under his touch, tilting her head forward so his lathered hands could work their magic on her hair. He massaged her scalp and pulled the shampoo through the thick strands with patient thoroughness. Damn, he hadn’t been lying about having talented hands.

“You’re so good at that.”

“Not the only thing I’m good at.” His whispered tease sent shivers over her skin despite the hot water beating down over them. He scooped her hair high on her head and bent to give her a drugging kiss, his mouth effortlessly enticing her into forgetting everything but him.

At least until she had to sneeze again.

She turned away and covered her face, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. “Sorry,” she said, lifting her voice over the pounding water. “This has to be the lamest seduction ever.”

“I think I’m offended.” Gently, he shifted her into his arms and rinsed her hair. She leaned back and let the water pound her achy forehead, closing her eyes on the image of Brad’s sexy grin.

If the massive hard-on trapped between their bodies wasn’t evidence enough, the way he looked at her proved he was genuine in his interest. This wasn’t a way to pass the time to him. He was a decent guy who wanted to do very indecent things to her. And she was damn happy to oblige him, once she was a little less sickly.

In the meantime, they could still have a good time.

Lips curving, she reached for her body wash and squirted a huge dollop into her palm. She set aside the bottle and rubbed the soap over her torso, her smile turning impish.

“Uh-oh. That smile scares me.”

She laughed and trailed bubbles over his chest, leaning forward to nip the corded muscles in his shoulders. He tensed, his pecs flexing under her meandering fingers.

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” She looked up at him under her lashes. “That’s not scary, is it?”

“No.” His throat rippled as he swallowed. “And I do aim to please.”

He didn’t hesitate to load up his hands with the body wash she even now worked into his ropey upper arms. This was a man for whom life itself was a workout. She would bet he didn’t even have a gym membership. He just worked and played hard.

And she had a feeling he had sex the same way. God, she couldn’t wait to find out.

They soaped each other for a couple minutes, the only sounds the rushing water and their increasingly heavy breathing. Without a word, he reached down and gripped his cock. When he began to move up and down in short strokes, her breath caught. So hot. She’d seen men do that in porn but never in reality. Never right in front of her.

His arm muscles flexed as the first fat drop of precome seeped down his shaft before being washed away. He sped up, working himself hard. Noting his firm hold, she bit her lip. Maybe she’d been too careful when touching prior lovers. Not that she’d gotten any complaints, but the harsh pumps of his hand gave her pause. They also provoked a low moan.

The sexiest part of this? His low-lidded, burning blue eyes were focused on her. Right now she was the fuel for his fantasies. Knowing that brought a fresh rush of moisture between her thighs.

Riveted, she cupped her own breasts, hardly aware of what she was doing. But then she sneezed again, and he choked out a laugh. “I’m going to get an erection every time I hear you sneeze from now on. You know that, right?”

Instead of responding in kind, she stared at his hand, now moving slower than before, and unwittingly pinched her nipples. The sensation echoed in her lower belly, swift and sharp.

“Damn, baby, that’s beautiful.” Reverence filled his tone.

She splashed a little water on them to wash off the last of the body wash. After she turned off the tap, she stepped closer and gazed deep into his eyes. What she saw there made her heart flutter and her core clench. “Tell me what you imagine when you’re doing this alone.”

“I usually pretend you’re riding me. Your hair loose, your breasts bouncing. I knew they’d be like this.” He molded her flesh, his tanned fingertips against her pale skin an incredible turn-on. “Not too big. Not too small. And your nipples…they’re the same cinnamon brown I always pictured. Almost as pretty as those light brown eyes of yours.”

That his attention returned to her face as he spoke inflamed every dormant nerve inside her body. He captured her lips, tormenting her with light, teasing kisses that made her want to grab his arms and drag him against her. But she reached for his cock instead, desperate to learn how he would feel in her hand.

In her mouth. In her pussy. Everywhere.