"How will he get to the auction?"
"We'll swing by and pick him up." His thumb played at the corner of her mouth. "I'm driving the old man's Lexus."
"The one you bought him?"
"The one he's had an entire year and keeps locked in the garage." He gently skimmed his knuckles over her cheekbones. "The one with eighteen miles on the odometer."
"Frostproof's not a Lexus town."
He drove his fingers into her hair, pulled her up on tiptoe. "I'll trade it for a Camry."
He kissed her then, angled his mouth right, then left, then turned up the heat. He teased their desire. His hands wandered and her thighs parted to his touch. They were two people who knew what the other liked, making each other crave more.
Her body pinkened, as much from the pounding spray as from Risk's own heat. As his kisses deepened, she gripped his arms, sinking her nails into his water-slick muscles. She rubbed her foot along his calf, hooked her toes behind his knee, tugged, wanting to climb his divine body. All cut and tight and solidly male.
"Condom?" he breathed against her mouth.
She kept them in a traveling soap container on her shower caddy. Once sheathed, he took her, lifting and penetrating, and infinitely slow in his strokes until she urged him to deliver.
The man had hip action. He moved her to orgasm within several slamming beats of her heart. Breathless, she clung to him as his body tensed, arched, and he poured into her.
Their sighs of release echoed off the shower walls.
His sigh as dark and guttural as a growl.
Her sigh softer, yet equally as satisfied.
His slow grin cast a dimple in his five o'clock shadow. "You give good shower."
Her smile was as shaky as the lasting spasms of her orgasm. "I give better loofah." She then went on to show him how a soft sponge and softer mouth could make him hard once again.
Afterward, she sank against his chest. He held her gently. Each touch was tender as he ran his hands over her shoulders, then down her back to her hips.
As he massaged her lower spine, she nuzzled his neck. "Mmmm. Don't stop."
"Sorry babe, we have to go. It's getting late," he reminded her.
Her arms tightened about his waist. "Ten more minutes."
The slight shift of his weight should have warned her of his intentions. He'd pulled this trick before. Risk knew how to make her move. And move fast. A turn of the shower dial and ice cold water shot down her back. She shrieked so loudly her own ears rang.
He slapped her bare bottom as she scooted from the shower. Risk withstood the cold for sixty seconds before stepping out. He shook his damp hair. "Toss me a towel?"
She tossed him a hot pink towel, a match to the one that was now wrapped around her body. She swallowed her smile as he scratched his chest, frowning. "No brown or navy?"
"I just redid my bathroom," she explained, gesturing toward the arresting pink, purple, and olive green stripes. "The towel's to dry off, not to wear."
"I dry better with a darker color."
"I could blow you dry."
His eyes darkened, narrowed. And his sex twitched. "Don't go low. We're late enough as it is."
"You brought a change of clothes?"
"Pair of jeans and a sport coat," he told her. "As dressed up as I ever get."
Jacy shimmied the towel down her back making her breasts jiggle. Her skin was buffed and glowing. "Did you see the suit on Aaron?"
Risk's gaze fixed on her bouncing breasts. "Man spent some coin."
"For what reason? Who was he trying to impress?"
"Can't rightly say, babe."
Jacy bent to dry her legs. "Maybe Stevie?"
If Jacy Grayson didn't lower her pert little ass, he would take her from behind. Doggie style. He averted his gaze, only to catch her reflection in the mirror. A three-sectioned mirror that flashed three sets of sweetly rounded butt cheeks. Sweat broke out on his brow. His sex started to rise.
She slowly straightened, her hands on naked hips. Curvy hips. Hips that supported a soft abdomen and a triangle of blond curls. She caught the direction of his gaze and lowered her own.
The touch of her eyes stroked him like a hand. Fully erect now, and horny as hell, he drew the towel across his groin, drying his Bad to the Bone tattoo. Jacy had been the first to see Bone, the first to kiss every single letter.
With a flick of her tongue to her upper lip, Jacy lifted her gaze. "How does Aaron feel about Stevie?" she asked.
Risk shrugged. "Don't know. We haven't talked women in a long time."
"Any league rumors?"
He'd heard a few. But rumors were rumors. He had no hard facts on Aaron. If he told Jacy what he knew, she'd panic and run to Stevie. Female hysteria was a man's worst nightmare. "Nothing worth repeating," he said, downplaying the gossip.
Jacy tossed her towel in the pink wicker hamper and headed for her bedroom. "I hope the weekend goes well for them."
Risk could only hope. If it went badly, he'd be the fall guy for not relaying the rumor. He followed Jacy into a room with a king-size waterbed.
Heated and moderately firm, the mattress rocked and rippled. During sex, his thrusts became as rhythmic as the roll of the bed. Sometimes he thrust so hard, his knees hit the base on the bed frame.
The orgasms they shared went beyond the physical. Each climax embraced the collective oneness of mind and soul. A oneness he felt only with this woman.
Lover to life partner: Could Jacy make the transition?
He came up behind her. She stood in an aqua bra and matching lace panties. He pulled her back against him and rested his chin on her damp hair. He enjoyed the soft press of her spine against his chest. "Don't worry about Aaron and Stevie. If they're meant to be together, they'll reconnect."
"I want Stevie to be happy."
He ran his hands down her arms, laced his fingers with her own and squeezed gently. "Are you happy?"
She cast a glance over her shoulder. "Very happy. You always make me feel great on the rebound."
"Yeah, as long as I remain single."
She stiffened, wide-eyed with surprise. Releasing his hands, she turned to face him, a bit pale and somewhat unnerved. "H-have you met someone? Are you seriously involved?"
He was head-over-heals involved. With her. "There's no one in my life at the moment, babe. But when the right woman comes along, she's mine."