Hearts and Diamonds (7 page)

‘Jason,’ she gasped, breaking off. ‘We’re right in the window.’

‘Yeah, but it’s not as if anyone can see. Unless a helicopter happens to come by, which isn’t too likely. Or a window cleaner. Christ, that’d be a job, cleaning all these windows.’

He tried to look down, but the parapet of the building prevented any view of the many lower floors.

‘All the same, I’d rather not show myself off to the world. This isn’t an Amsterdam brothel.’

‘I’ve heard about those. Some mates went over on a lads’ weekend once. They just stand right in the window on the street, yeah? Weird.’

‘And sad,’ said Jenna. ‘Come on, you haven’t answered my question. Are we going out, and if so, where?’

Jason threw up his arms as if to encompass the whole of London.

‘The place is too big,’ he said. ‘I haven’t got the first idea what to do here.’

‘Well, why don’t we shower, change and go for a walk in the park. We can decide while we walk.’

‘Fair enough.’

He opened the door to the bathroom suites.

‘What the fuck’s this? There’s no shower.’

Jenna hurried up behind him.

‘Oh, there is – it’s a wet room.’ She bit back the impulse to ask him if he’d ever used one before. Obviously he hadn’t.

‘A wet room?’ He twisted his neck to frown down at her. ‘What’s the point of that?’

‘It’s just like a massive walk-in shower room, that’s all. It’s great. You’ll like it. See, the shower fittings are over there on the far wall. Much better than being cramped up in a cubicle.’

‘Doesn’t the towel get wet?’

‘No, the rail is out of range.’

Jason still seemed unconvinced. ‘Don’t see what’s wrong with a regular shower myself,’ he muttered, but then he brightened, pulling Jenna into his side. ‘Plenty big enough for two, then.’

‘Well, now you come to mention it.’ She squirmed against him. A shower would be lovely; she’d been feeling icky ever since their interlude in the motorway services car park. Not that a shower with Jason was likely to be particularly cleansing . . . Enjoyable, though.

‘Get in there,’ he growled, nudging her through the door.

The pair of them stripped off in seconds, coming quickly back together for a warm, bare-skinned embrace. As they kissed and held each other, Jason moved them in a clumsy dance towards the shower controls.

He broke off to examine them.

‘Don’t want to get boiled alive,’ he muttered, fidgeting with the settings, before turning a gaze of frank lewdness back on Jenna. ‘How’s this wet room thing working out for you?’ he said. ‘Wet yet?’

She elbowed him in the ribs.

‘Don’t be vulgar,’ she said.

‘Thought that was what you saw in me,’ he said. ‘Ah, right, I reckon . . . step back a bit in case the temperature’s wrong.’

They were drenched straight away in warm water, gushing from the jets that surrounded them. Jenna laughed with the suddenness of it and the delight of being here, naked, in this lovely room with this gorgeous naked man. His hair was plastered over his eyes, dripping down his face and he looked full of life and joy as he turned to her and cried, ‘I wasn’t expecting that.’

She twirled around in the hot, hard rain, letting the bullet-like drops attack every inch of her body. The pressure was firm enough to make her nipples tingle – it was almost a massage.

‘You’re definitely wet now, anyway,’ said Jason after watching her for a few seconds.

‘So are you. Where’s the shampoo?’

She found a neat row of luxury bathing products on a shelf set into the tiled wall but Jason caught her around her middle before she could uncap any of them. He pretended to bite into her neck, sucking off the water and growling. His big hands closed over her breasts.

‘Mmm,’ she said, shutting her eyes and pushing herself back against him.

‘Ever done it in a shower before?’ he murmured into her ear, nipping at the lobe.

‘Actually, I have,’ she said. ‘Not one like this, though. A teeny tiny cubicle. Nearly broke the door off. It was super uncomfortable and I slipped on some soap at one point.’

‘Better improve the experience for you, then,’ said Jason. ‘So you can forget all about that time.’

He spun her around so they pressed together, her breasts squashing into his taut chest, and kissed her. Rivulets of water flowed around their conjoined mouths and over Jenna’s closed eyelids, adding another layer of sensation to the ravishment. Somehow it made it better. This was why people were romantic about kissing in the rain, she thought. It felt
so
good.

‘What’s this?’ he said, breaking off and reaching up to the shelf of products. ‘Willow Bark and Echinacea for luxurious volume and control? Who writes these descriptions? It’s just shampoo. Probably the same as what you get in Poundland.’

‘Probably,’ agreed Jenna, but she tilted her head back all the same, inviting him to massage the unguent into her hair. ‘Go on. Oh, it smells gorgeous.’

‘Not bad, I suppose,’ he said grudgingly, lathering it into Jenna’s scalp. The suds rolled off his fingers and down her neck, between her shoulder blades and breasts. Once Jason had finished treating her head to a perfect massage – just firm enough without becoming painful – he followed the clots of soap bubbles down her body, rubbing them into her skin when he found them.

The slippery-soft smoothness of her body seemed to intrigue him and he explored it with intent focus, his hands travelling up and down.

‘I’m jealous of this water,’ he said gruffly. ‘The way it gets to be all over you all at once. I want to be able to do that.’

‘You’re giving it a good try,’ said Jenna, and he was like some pleasure-giving octopus, his hands and mouth everywhere. ‘Is there any conditioner?’

He put back the shampoo and felt around for another bottle.

‘If Luxury Crème Rinse Solution is conditioner, then . . .?’

‘I think it must be.’

It was rich and thick, coating her hair heavily. Jason had to concentrate hard on working its traces out of her soaked tresses, but eventually the job was done.

‘Now I get to soap you,’ he said greedily, but she held up a finger.

‘Let me do
your
hair first,’ she said. ‘We need to do things properly.’

She loved Jason’s hair and how he had not succumbed to the local fashion of a skull-hugging razor crop. He had a fine head of chestnut brown locks that teetered on the border of being too long but never quite crossed it. Lately he had cultivated a neat goatee beard that gave him a devilish, rather buccaneering air she liked a lot.

‘I want to wash your beard,’ she said, easing Willow Bark and Echinacea into the soft bristles.

‘Don’t get it in my mouth,’ he flustered, trying to direct her hands.

‘Keep it shut then,’ she countered, laughing as he made a disgusted grimace. Apparently Willow Bark and Echinacea didn’t taste too good. She let her fingers swirl up behind his ears and let the lather bloom there. She had to reach up to wash his hair, so he bent his head down to her, keeping his eyes screwed shut against stray suds.

It felt good to have his thick dark hair slip between her fingers, and to feel the firm surface of his scalp at the roots.

She relished her work, enjoying his little sighs of pleasure as her fingertips probed deeper.

He looked more desirable than ever once the shampoo rinsed out and left him standing, tall and shiny-wet, with heavy dark hair swept back from his high forehead. Little drops of water splashed from the ends of his long eyelashes, making his eyes seem to dazzle. His lips looked softer and more kissable than ever.

She couldn’t resist, tiptoeing up for a smooch. He clamped her against him with a swift movement of his arms, his hands clapping down on her bottom.

Warm water dripped sideways into her mouth and blinded her eyes but she could not have cared less. All she was conscious of was his tongue pushing into her mouth and his long hard body glued to hers by the strangely sealing property of the gushing jets. And there was something very insistent prodding at her hip now too.

The problem with sex in a shower
, she thought distantly,
is the height differential.

But surely a wet room was different. There was space for them to sit, or lie, or crouch, or kneel, or take up any number of different positions. And the floor, far from being knee-torturing ceramic, was made of soft rubberised tiling. The possibilities, in fact, were extremely promising.

But first – conditioner.

She tried to reach behind her to the shelf, but Jason had her too caught up in him and she had to break the kiss and explain, very breathily, what she wanted to do.

‘Don’t you think I’m in good enough condition?’ he teased.

‘You’re in tip-top condition,’ she said, ‘but I wouldn’t want that beard of yours getting too scratchy, now, would I?’

He chuckled, running his fingers through it, stroking his chin.

‘Good point,’ he said, ‘considering where it often ends up. Wouldn’t want to go giving you any nasty rashes.’

He let her smear the thick cream into his damp hair and beard, helping her to rinse it out afterwards.

‘Now the good bit,’ he enthused. ‘Or, the best bit, cos it’s all good.’

‘Not yet,’ she said, grasping his wrist halfway back to the shelf.

‘I want to rub that gel into you,’ he protested.

‘What’s the point in getting clean if we want to get dirty?’ she said pointedly. ‘Surely we should save the washing part for . . . afterwards?’

He didn’t seem to cotton on at first, but a slow, wicked smile soon spread across his features.

‘Ah, I get you,’ he said. ‘You little minx. You want it, do you?’

He braced an arm beneath her bottom and jerked her into his pelvis. His erection indented her lower stomach, making her squeal with the shock of it.

‘You were the one talking about doing it in the shower,’ she reminded him.

‘Yeah, I was, but I might have been joking.’

‘You, joke about wanting sex? I don’t believe it.’

‘OK, I wasn’t joking. Of course I want to have you right here under the waterfall. I just had a slightly different order in mind.’

‘You might have had. But I don’t think
this
did.’

She inserted a hand between their lower torsos and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

‘Mind reader,’ crooned Jason, shutting his eyes in rapture.

‘To be fair, it’s not your mind I’m reading,’ she teased, stroking the droplets off him.

Before she had a chance to be shocked, he had taken hold of her round her waist and tipped her on all fours on the soft rubberised floor.

‘All right,’ he said, his face pressed next to hers while he crouched at her shoulder. ‘Let’s do it your way.’

Within seconds, her way was being done.

Jenna blessed the wet room designers for not installing a hard surfaced floor as Jason slipped inside her and began to thrust beneath the jets. How amazing it was to feel the massaging pressure of the water on her back, her scalp, her shoulder blades at the same time as Jason provided a similar but less escapable force within her. The water pooled in the small of her back and streamed down the crack of her bottom. She imagined it gushing over Jason’s cock as it sawed in and out. Not that extra lubrication was needed. This hard, hot, wet and sudden coupling had done its erotic magic the minute her knees hit the rubber.

She ignored the drips off the end of her nose and eyelashes, shutting her eyes and glorying in what was happening at her hindquarters. She felt part of the shower, of a piece with its roaring gush and spray steam. She and Jason, too, were one. They were water gods, doing what came naturally in their element.

It took longer to come than usual, perhaps because they were distracted by the extra attention needed to cope with the water, or perhaps because it was perversely anti-lubricating, and Jenna needed to rub at her clit for a long time before she began to feel the familiar stirrings. The water, maybe unsurprisingly, was actually a bit of a dampener.

But they got there in the end, and lay afterwards in luxurious relaxation, letting the water pelt their spent bodies, lathering each other in expensive gel when they were able to think straight again.

‘We should get one of these,’ said Jason, once they had crawled beyond the water’s range and enveloped themselves in thick fluffy towels. ‘There’s enough bathrooms. Turn one into a wet room, yeah?’

‘You’re a convert, then?’

‘Aren’t you?’

‘I’d like that. It’s officially on my list for the renovations.’

Jason smiled briefly, then bit his lip and turned away.

Jenna almost felt the breath of cold air from him. She wanted to ask him what was up, but she knew.
Her
house.
Her
renovations.
Her
list. She had graciously accepted his suggestion, and he hated that the final decision was not really his.

Jason, she was understanding on a deeper and deeper level all the time, was a proud man. For all his playing at being the council estate dropout and dosser, he was intelligent and craved independence.

He would get it, once the art career took off, of course he would.

But in the meantime, he had no alternative but to depend on her. She knew it was difficult for him.

She crept up behind him with the hotel-provided bathrobe and slung it over his shoulders, clasping her arms around his chest and burying her face in the soft fuzz.

‘The rest of the day is yours, to do with whatever you like,’ she said. ‘You lead and I’ll follow.’

‘I haven’t got the faintest idea where to go,’ he said. ‘Besides, I thought you said we were going for a walk in the park.’

‘Would you like that?’

‘I dunno. Would I?’

She tired of his prickliness and stepped away, looking for the hairdryer.

‘I don’t know. Let’s find out, shall we?’

Hyde Park was just across the road and they walked up towards the Serpentine, mingling with late afternoon crowds taking advantage of the summer heat. Most had escaped offices and lay on the grass, ecstatically unbuttoned with shoes kicked off. Some ate ice-cream, some read books, some snogged with abandon.

‘I could fancy an ice-cream,’ said Jason.