Four Nights to Forever (8 page)

Sticking her head under the kitchen faucet was one idea . . . but a ridiculous one and not an actual substitute for a shower. She finished the rest of dinner prep in a rush so she could tend to the disaster. To really do that, though, she’d need to take her own turn in the shower.

When Doug came out of the bathroom, she was waiting for him with a pile of clean clothes in her arms. His hair was curlier when wet, his square jaw more pronounced when wearing a T-shirt rather than his ski clothes. But a smile still danced on his lips and shone through his eyes. When he caught sight of her clothes, he raised an eyebrow.

“A shower seemed like a good idea. I’ll be clean in a minute, and—” she lifted her clothes up in her arms “—dinner is prepped for whenever we want it. There’s a bottle of wine open, and I put out some snacks. Help yourself.” Then, before she could babble too much more, she slid around him into the steamy warmth of the bathroom.

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Doug looked around the small one-room condo, which was pretty standard for Snowdance. This one had a galley kitchen, a small table that seated four, a couch, an armchair, and an ottoman. There was a bed in the corner, and the couch was probably a sleeper sofa. Functional and comfortable, if not fancy. When people came to Snowdance, they came to ski; anyone looking for flash went to one of the other resorts.

The water turned on in the shower then, and he grabbed the bottle of wine and the glass Cassie had left out for him. After taking a drink, he watched the legs run back down the glass and imagined the wine as water running down Cassie’s back. Her skin would be shiny from the shower, and maybe still taste a little like salt from their day of skiing, the hot water raising a pink flush that rolled over the curves of her hips.

What are you doing in the kitchen?

She’d said dinner, but she’d been flirting with him all day and he hadn’t missed the desire in her eyes when he’d touched her face earlier. The invitation hadn’t
just
been for dinner.

He could drink wine at home.

His glass clinked when he set it down on the counter and, decision made, Doug headed to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. After a pause, a tentative voice answered, “Yes?”

“Can I come in?” The only sound from inside the bathroom was the water running. “Unless you really only invited me for dinner,” he hurried to add. “If you did, that’s fine. I’ll go back to the kitchen and drink my wine.”

Silence.

Oh crap.

The wood was smooth and warm when he pressed his forehead against the door, waiting, and still there was silence.

He was about to turn around and head back to the kitchen when he heard a hesitant, “Yes,” followed by a more assertive, “Come in.” He twisted the doorknob and eased into the foggy bathroom. A shadow of Cassie’s delectable form moved around behind the thin, white shower curtain. Doug stiffened against the fly of his jeans, and despite the warmth of the room, his nipples hardened into points against the worn cotton of his T-shirt.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“No.” Again, her first response was uncertain. Her second response was better. “I’d love for you to. I just need to rinse my hair.”

He had planned to undress while she finished the practical part of her shower, but when she moved under the showerhead and tilted her head into the spray, her back arched and her breasts pushed up into the air, almost in welcome, like erotic shadow puppets. His fingers twitched at the button of his jeans, but he made no progress with the fasteners. Instead, he watched.

Finally, she gave her hair one last swish under the water and stood upright. “Are you coming?”

Doug got out of his clothes in record time, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He eased the curtain to the side and joined Cassie in the shower. He had been pretty sure she would look good naked, but she looked better than he had imagined, all lush skin and curves. He wanted to run his hands along her entire body at once.

They stood facing each other, the water from the showerhead drumming against his back and running down his thighs. She wasn’t trying to cover herself up, which made him both happy and relieved that he wasn’t missing some
stop this
signal. With him monopolizing the flow from the shower, the water on her body had turned from a stream to drips. One mesmerizing drop travelled down her neck and over her collarbone before easing over the crest of her breast and finally falling from the point of one of her nipples. His nipples may be hard, but hers were big and round and a deep, dark pink. He was hard enough that just one touch would make him come in her hands.

Slow down, Douglas. You’re here for the night, not for one pop-off.

He reached for her, and judging by the small jump of surprise she gave when his palms cupped her jaw, they had both expected him to reach for her luscious breasts. Instead, he kept contact between her face and his hands as he stepped closer. Her lips parted, and her tongue ran along edge of her bottom lip, a pink invitation matching her nipples. He wanted those nipples in his mouth. He wanted them skimming along his body. He wanted them in his hands.

He wanted Cassie.

When their mouths were a breath away from each other, Cassie closed the distance. Their lips touched, and he accepted the invitation she had offered down at the plaza, meeting her tongue with his. Her jaw, still cupped in his hands, relaxed, and tension seemed to melt out of her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to catch her before she fell.

Before he fell.

Before he dissolved into a pile of lust and desire at the bottom of the tub.

Or worse, before he gave into the pull of his body and pressed her against the shower wall for a quick fuck.

She made a soft noise in the back of her throat, and he felt the vibration against his thumbs. No matter what his dick was angling for, he could stand here all night, her face in his hands and her lips on his, with the shower pounding onto his back. Nothing more could happen, and it would still be the hottest experience of his life.

Warm, strong hands slid down his back. The tips of her short nails dug into his buttocks, pressing his erection against her soft belly when she stepped closer to him. When she deepened the kiss, her soft moan hardened into something closer to a growl and all the cells in his body answered with a possessive howl.

He moved his hands from her jaw, wanting to feel the weight of her ass in his hands, her soft skin against the roughness of his palm, feel Cassie against him.

All along her body, her muscles were heavy and firm under a layer of lovely cushion. If he pressed his fingers to her skin, she bucked closer to him. Nearly unable to bear the pressure of her body against his cock much longer, Doug released his grip on her ass and pulled away, his hands skimming along the contours of her body until they rested on her shoulders. “Turn around for me, please,” he whispered against her neck, gratified at the goose bumps that rose in response.

She nodded, her eyes both wild and focused as she turned to face the shower wall. Once her back was to him, she shivered, and he was just coherent enough to consider that her goose bumps might be because she was cold.

Too aroused to be graceful, he fumbled with the showerhead for several agonizing seconds until the water was flowing over Cassie. A little cold would do him good. “Is that better?” he asked, nuzzling his cheek against hers.

“Yes.” She breathed the word out so lightly he almost didn’t hear her.

He ran one hand down under her arm and around to her breast, the weight of it in his hand echoing the heaviness of his balls. He could bend her over and bury himself in her. Only he’d left the condoms in his bag. And that was not in the bathroom. Better to stick with his original plan.

Giving his left thumb one more chance to run over the peak of her nipple, he glided his hand down her wet belly to her hips. He pushed with the one hand on her shoulder and pulled with the hand on her hips. She put her hands out in front of her, bracing herself against the wall.

“Stay like that,” he said, his body and his voice desperate.

“Yes.” Cassie’s answer came in a long, shuddering breath of pleasure that echoed through him.

Doug lifted his hands away and stepped back to appreciate her. Her ass jutted out into the center of the shower, round and smooth. If he stepped forward, he would fit perfectly against her. Inside her. And he could just make out the way her breasts hung like ripe fruit. His hands itched to hold them again.

A river of water ran down the small indentation of her spine. When he followed the trail with one finger, the small touch was enough to make them both gasp. Her spine arched and her ass extended toward him even farther. Several deep breaths and still his blood raced. Barely under control, he stepped forward again until his groin was against her ass, fitting against her like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, then dropped a light kiss on her shoulder. The crisp scent of her soap filled his nose. He grasped hold of her hips with both hands, lifting up and down on his toes as he rubbed against her. When she started panting, he put his hand under her breast so he could feel it bounce in his palm.

“More,” she gasped.

He closed his palm around her breast, keeping his grip loose enough that he could feel the movement of her flesh in his hand. “More?” he asked.

The water that had been flowing on her back poured on his head. It dripped over his face and into his mouth before spilling out over her lush body. He pressed more tightly against her, sharing his warmth with her. Wanting to be as close to her as physically possible.

“More. Always more.”

“I am yours to command.” He slid the hand that had been on her hips around and over her belly, down to the curly, coarse hair at the juncture of her thighs. She arched back against him again, offering more of herself. And he took it.

With one hand continuing to massage her breast, Doug eased his fingers into the hot, wet folds of her pussy. His arms were tight around her so that even as she relaxed into his touch, he could hold her upright. Keep their connection. Feel her ass push up against his cock. Feel the cadence of her breath in the way her breast bounced in his hand. Feel the shudders that ran down her back against his chest.

When his thumb found Cassie’s clitoris and gave a gentle rub, she moaned. He kept pressure on the spot she seemed to enjoy, alternating caresses until she bucked her ass against him. Her breath became shallower and whatever words she cried out were lost when she buried her face against her arm. All the while he kissed her neck and shoulders, continuing to whisper in her ear how sexy she was. How hot she was. How hot he was for her.

With each press of his thumb against her clit, with each buck of her ass, Doug’s balls got a little tighter. His blood was rushing from all his extremities into his cock, and it begged for more action. To be inside her. To find relief.

He rubbed his cock against her buttocks, keeping the same rhythm on her ass that his thumb kept of her clit. Past the damp expanse of her back, Doug could see the head of his dick crest along the curve of her ass, and he had to take several deep breaths not to come at the sight. When he finally came, he would be lucky not to collapse.

Cassie stopped bucking against his erection and pressed her entire mound against his hand. “More,” she said again. “Oh God, more.”

Keeping his thumb against her clit and burying his finger inside her, Doug obliged. Cassie lifted up and down against him, fucking his fingers as her ass stroked his cock. Her hands squeaked against the tile. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, and she repeated, “More, more, more,” until she was almost screaming for all that he could give her. He continued to massage her breasts, moving from one to the other and gripping her tighter, pumping his fingers into her harder and faster. And still he wanted to give her more.

He wanted to give her all he had.

Then she stiffened and was still. He continued to move until she cried out, “Oh God!” and her elbows bent as the pressure that had built up in her released. Still, Doug didn’t let go. He moved his hand from her pussy, holding a sumptuous breast in each hand. He held her tightly against him with his arms, then looked down at the lush ass that had caught his attention yesterday and watched his cock slid against her skin. One more look was all he needed to explode in a grunt, coming over her backside.

The memory of what just happened would kill his water bill because he planned on reliving this moment in the shower in his apartment until the hot water ran out.

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