Series: Kristen Proby Crossover Collection
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“See you on Saturday?” Noah calls out.
“We’ll be there.” Brad waves, then gets in his SUV and drives away.
“What’s happening Saturday?” I ask as I hop off the Jeep.
“Lake day at Max’s place,” Noah says and folds up the blanket. “I kept meaning to tell you about it, but you’ve had me so turned on, all the blood in my body is in my dick.”
“I’m not sorry.” I bite my lip and hop into the driver’s seat. “Let’s go home and finish what we started so we don’t go to jail.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
* * * *
I stumble into the bathroom and flip on the shower and adjust the temperature to steaming hot.
I’m running late, but I can’t complain. Noah just showed me the art of wake-up sex.
Again.
I grin and step under the stream of water, careful not to get my hair wet. Since our date the other night, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me, and I don’t mind.
Not a bit.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the way the hot water falls over my sore muscles, and close my eyes, feeling the heat seep into my flesh.
It’s been a busy, sexy week. A happy one, that’s for sure. I only have one morning class today, and then Noah and I are headed to Max’s lake house for a day of fun. I’d usually avoid such a big group of people, but I’m excited to see everyone today.
My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the shift in the air as Noah opens the glass door and steps into the shower with me. He drags his hand over my stomach before pressing himself along my back.
“Seriously?” I ask with a smile. “Again? We just did this twenty minutes ago.”
His lips are in my hair. I feel them curl up in a grin. “It’s not my fault.”
“How is that?”
He reaches out to soap up my sponge and goes to work lathering up my back and ass. “You have these dimples, right at the base of your back. I love looking at them.”
“Hmm.” I plant my hands on the tile and lean forward, enjoying the attention to my skin.
“And this freckle, right here on your shoulder blade.”
“I have a freckle?”
“Yeah, you can’t see it.” He kisses the spot in question. “But it’s there, and I can’t resist it. Not to mention when I kiss you right here.”
He plants his lips on the back of my neck, just under my hairline, and kisses me before gently tugging the skin with his teeth, making me gasp.
“Yeah, that noise you make? Irresistible.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s the God’s honest truth,” he replies, and I turn to face him. Without thinking twice, I squat and take him firmly in my fist, jacking him slowly. “Ah, hell, then you do things like that.”
“Do you like this?” I reach for the soap to wash our last romp in the sheets away.
“Who doesn’t like this?”
I grin and watch his face as he leans on the wall, the exact same way I did. The water beats on his chest, sending a little spray over my head.
I guess my hair is getting wet, after all.
I don’t mind.
When the soap is rinsed away, I lean in and lick his tip, around the lip of the head, and feel my core tighten when he moans.
He’s not the only one that gets off on turning the other one on. It’s a thrilling, powerful feeling to watch him come undone in my hands.
Because of my body.
I’m still moving my hand up and down in a steady rhythm as I feast on him, loving the musky scent, the visceral noises coming from him. When I slip one hand around his balls and suck hard, he cries out. The next thing I know, I’m on my feet and bent over, braced on the bench at the opposite side of the shower.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he groans, slipping his fingers through my folds to make sure I’m ready for him.
It seems like I’m always ready for him.
“Everything you do turns me on, Fal. Every damn thing.” He uses the head of his cock now, teasing me. “I can’t stay away from you.”
“You don’t have to,” I say, my voice breathless. “In fact, don’t stay away from me.”
He pushes inside of me, hitting a spot so deep in my womb it almost hurts.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah.” I stand, shifting the angle a bit, and he leans down to kiss my neck. His hand is braced on my stomach, the other on my hip as he moves, pounding in and out of me until we’re both spent.
“Convenient thing, shower sex,” he says as he washes us both off. “You just leave the mess right here.”
“So, that’s what you’re doing? Just thinking of the mess.”
He grins, that sexy cockiness written all over his face. “Hell yes. I’m a giver.”