Discovering Us by Harper Bentley Page B

about this shower business.
    Holy shit. I guess he was finished with wearing kid gloves when it came to me. He’d been all in protective mode with me before, but now the playing field was leveled. We were going by a new set of rules, and I couldn’t have been more thrilled as I felt a shiver go through me.
    “Not questioning it,” I breathed out, looking up at him.
    His mouth twitched. “No?” he asked, eyebrow raised, looking sexier than ever.
    “No,” I whispered.
    He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, his hands running down my back then down farther to cup my ass as he jerked me roughly into him. He pulled back and looked down at me, his eyes smoldering. Gah! I’d seen him worked up before, but this was new. This wasn’t just about hands sneaking inside jeans or under a bra. This was leading to serious stuff now, and it was hot. His mouth took mine again, his tongue wrapping around mine, making a sound come from deep inside my throat that I couldn’t even describe. Damn. One of his hands then snaked up and he wrapped his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back as his lips attacked my neck. Wow and double damn.
    My hands went to his waistband and I pulled almost frantically at his t-shirt free, jerking it up, wanting it off him. He grabbed it from behind his neck, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor then pulled my sweatshirt up and off me, his hands immediately cupping my bare breasts. I smoothed my hands over his sculpted chest then down to his fly as I tugged the buttons open, reaching my hand inside to stroke him. I swear he growled at that, which only served to turn me on even more than I already was.
    “Shower… now…” he ground out as he pulled me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into the bathroom, his mouth landing hard on mine again.
    He set me down and reached in to turn on the water, then turned to tug my shorts and panties down my legs before unlacing his boots and ridding himself of his jeans and boxer briefs. I still couldn’t get enough of seeing him fully naked. He was built like a Greek god, so muscular and beautiful as if he’d been sculpted by one of the masters themselves. When he caught me staring at him, particularly down at his huge erection, he smirked then pulled me inside the shower with him, bending to kiss me before grabbing the bottle of shampoo. He placed me under the water to wet my hair then turned me to where my back was against his front as he proceeded to wash my hair, running his long fingers through it, which felt wonderful. After finishing my hair, he poured body wash into his hands then ran them all over my body, making me shiver.
    He rinsed me off then keeping my back to his front, he wrapped his arms around me, one going across my chest where he cupped my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger, the other hand going between my legs, his fingers finding the mark immediately. I slammed my head back against his chest, my neck arching, as his fingers circled over me, his mouth coming down to kiss, nip and lick its way up my shoulder to my neck before stopping at my ear where he whispered very naughty things to me. He then slid a finger inside me as his thumb kept making swirls. All of this combined made me come so hard I was lucky he had his arm wrapped around me or I’d have collapsed on the shower floor.
    When I was sure my legs were no longer rubbery and could hold me up, I turned to face him and after kissing him long and hard, I did the same for him, first washing the smudge of grease off his face then lathered up his hair. After that, I explored every stunning part of him with my hands as I spread the body wash over his broad shoulders and down his biceps, reaching around to glide them over his back and his tight butt then around to his hard chest and over his rippled abs. His body was magnificent. I rinsed the suds off his body then I did something I’d wanted to do to him for a