Page 129 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot
“Happy now?” I ask, stepping forward and closing the distance between us completely.
Her smirk is the only answer I get before I press my lips to hers and push her toward the stream of water, stealing whatever witty remark was about to leave her mouth.
“Beyond.”
Austin gasps as the first spray of hot water hits her skin, her head tilting back, hair slicking against her shoulders as water trails down her body. Every drop seems to highlight her curves, making her glow in the dim light of the bathroom.
So fucking sexy.
My fantasies come to life.
“Mmm,” she mutters, spinning slowly under the water, taking it all in. “This is insane.”
The water sprays around us, steam rising, but nothing feels as hot as the way she melts into me. My hands explore her wet skin, her body fitting against mine like it was made to.
Every sigh, every touch feels amplified by the watercascading around us, and I can’t help but think bailing on Tyler was the best decision I’ve made all week.
He was pissed, but he’ll get over it.
“This feels amazing,” Austin moans. “Imagine how good it feels when it’s freezing outside.”
I already know how it feels when it’s freezing out.
Like heaven.
She points to the handheld showerhead resting in its cradle on the wall.
“What does this one do?”
I grin. We both know what the handheld one can do.
“Shower toy.”
Her brow arches, curiosity dancing in her expression as I unhook it and adjust the settings. Water sprays lightly from the nozzle, and I guide it across her shoulder, letting the warm stream trace a path down her arm.
“You could get creative with this,” I say, my voice low and teasing.
She bites down on her bottom lip, gaze locking with mine.
“Show me.”
Tilting the showerhead, I trail it down her stomach, the spray splashing gently against her skin. Her breath catches, her body leaning back against me as I move the showerhead lower, closer to the apex of her thighs.
“This is strictly scientific, right?”
“Of course,” I murmur, shifting the nozzle slightly so the water teases the inside of her thigh. “Shower math. Head plus pussy equals?—”
Her gasp is audible, her hips tilting instinctively toward the sensation.
“Science my ass,” she mutters, breath hitching in excitement.
I chuckle, the sound reverberating against her skin as I slowly move the stream of water upward. The warmth caresses her in a way that makes her legs tremble, and her grip on my hair tightens.
“Mmm, Gio,” she whispers. “I like that.”
“I’ve got you.”
Her head falls back against the tile, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as the handheld jet does its work. I alternate between light sprays and more focused streams, watching the way her body responds to every shift.
