Controlled Burn (Blackbridge Security 8)

I grin at him, trying not to gape at the sight of water droplets clinging to his body. The man is a work of art. He’s muscled, dotted with freckles, and dark red hair covers his pecs. My eyes trace the line of that hair down the center of him right to his very erect cock.

My fingers twitch in an effort not to reach out and grab him. Finn is driving this train, and I have every intention of letting him, knowing just how good things are with him when he’s bared to his skin.

With a wide grin, he holds up a strip of three condoms before placing them beside his shampoo/bodywash. I grin at the sight of the single bottle. Of course, he’s the type of no-nonsense man who would use only one product to take care of all his shower needs.

“I should’ve pulled my hair up,” I say, pointing to the bottle. “If I use that, it will wreck my hair.”

“The plan is to get dirty in here. I can run to your shower to get what you need after.”

A shiver runs up my spine at the thought of my things sitting right beside his in here, and I shove it away immediately. The man isn’t offering to share his space with me forever, just as a consolation for getting dirty with him.

“Now where were we?” he asks, his hands at his sides, eyes roaming over my skin. “Ah, yes, bubbles.”

I’m filled with impatience as he squeezes his shampoo/bodywash into his hands, lathering them for a long moment before he touches me. The first brush across my nipples is like a cattle prod to my spine, and I jolt, my sensitive nipple furling tightly.

“Mmm.” His sound is low and appreciative as he shows the same attention to my other breast. “Even better than I imagined.”

I smile, loving that he’s spent time away from me, thinking about doing this with me. It makes it easier to wrap my head around doing the same.

“Feels good,” I groan when his entire hand cups my breast, testing the weight in his palm.

“You’re fucking perfect. You know that, right?”

I’m far from perfect, but I preen at the compliment.

“I mentioned a workout, and this is going to be more cardio, but I promise a full-body workout. Lips, beautiful.”

I lift on the tips of my toes and give him my mouth, groaning when he doesn’t waste a second, sweeping his tongue along mine.

The heat of the water at my back does nothing to ward off the goosebumps that pop up along my arms and legs, and God, never in my life has kissing a man felt like this.

That’s the dangerous part of it all. He’s deadly. His body, his mouth, the skill he uses when he touches me—all of it doesn’t bode well for when I have to walk away. I accepted long ago that I could never have a man that not only fucked me right but also treated me right out of the bedroom, or the shower as it may be. Until Finn, I was certain no such creature existed, but here I am, my very own unicorn under the palms of my hands as I trace the muscles of his back.

Instead of sobbing for my imminent loss, I take all that I can from him, tilting my head to the side when his mouth traces the column of my neck, hands gliding over my soap-slicked ass.

His cock pulses against my stomach, just as excited as I am about being in here together.

“Jack me, baby. I have to get the first one out of the way if you want me to fuck you right.”

He shifts back, giving me access to his cock, and I bite my bottom lip as I take him in hand. His skin is just as heated as mine, and we both watch as I stroke my hand up and down the length of him. His groans echo off the shower walls as his mouth seeks mine, and I smile against his lips when he jerks in my grip a second before hot cum paints my stomach.

“You weren’t joking,” I say as he pulls back and reaches for a condom.

“Been needing that since the last time I had you naked,” he says, his eyes going a little glossy as he rolls the condom down his obviously sensitive cock.

“You’re already ready to go again?” I ask in disbelief.

“Almost,” he answers as he sinks to his knees on the hard shower floor.

I open my mouth to say something else, but the thought drifts away on the steam filling the room as his mouth meets my sensitive flesh.

That’s the beginning of a very long morning with him. He wasn’t being overeager when he brought three condoms in the shower because we used every one of them. He wasn’t lying about it being a full-body cardio experience because by the time we turned off the water and stepped out, sweat was mingling with water droplets, and my legs were shaking like I’d just run a marathon.