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I did know what.
I also knew that I was getting wet, and that I was soaking my panties.
If I had any hope of wearing them tomorrow, I needed to get them off.
Pronto.
“No,” I teased as I shed the rest of my clothes. “I don’t.”
He grinned and gestured to the shower that I hadn’t seen before. “I’m gonna go in there and shower off all this dust.”
“You have extra clothes in there?” I wondered.
“Yep.” He grinned. “Care to join me?”
There was no hesitation in me at all.
Seconds after he’d invited me into his shower with him, I was shedding the rest of my clothes and walking into the tiniest shower I’d ever seen.
“Ummm,” I said as we both squeezed in and Callum shut the door. “Are you sure that this is a good idea? I don’t even think that you’ll be able to wash your feet.”
“You might be right,” he admitted. “But you’ll drop down onto your knees and help me wash them, right? I can return the favor.”
My breasts started to shake as my breathing became more ragged at the thought of dropping down to my knees in front of the man.
“I think I might be able to manage that,” I said. “Now, why didn’t we turn the shower on before we got in here?”
He pressed his naked body up against mine, his erect cock digging into my soft belly, and said, “Because there are only two settings on this shower. Hell, and hell.”
“What’s Hell and what’s hell?” I wondered.
“It’s either super-hot or super fuckin’ cold. There is no in between. There isn’t even a grace period. No joke.” He smiled. “Pick your poison.”
“Hot,” I answered easily.
He rolled his eyes. “How did I know that you were going to choose that one?”
“Because you already complain about the hotness of my showers, and refuse to get into them with me if I’m not agreeing with you on a temperature,” I teased.
That was totally true, too.
The man really did refuse to get into the showers with me.
Though, that was one concession I was willing to make for him.
He didn’t have to take showers with me. I was okay with that. I knew that we weren’t going to love all of the same things. And so hot showers weren’t his thing. There were many other things that I loved that were his thing, fortunately.
“Hot it is.” He cranked on the shower.
And he was right.
It wasn’t cold at first. It was hot. So. Fucking. Hot.
I. Fucking. Loved it.
“You would enjoy this,” he said through gritted teeth.
Despite his pain, or what he perceived as pain, his erection was still going strong.
“Who the hell uses White Rain shampoo and conditioner anymore?” I said, turning around and reaching high for the bottle of shampoo that was on the top railing of the small shower.
“Men who have to pay for the shit and don’t see a reason to pay any more than ninety-nine cents per bottle,” he teased, his hand going down to rub my ass.
I grinned and came back down with the bottle, unsurprised that now his cock was perfectly aimed at my ass crack.
“Do you think,” he said softly. “That we should do this in here so we don’t make a mess?”
I grinned and opened the conditioner bottle, smelling the coconut scent before squirting a copious amount into the palm of my hand.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Are you really going to use all of that?”
I wiggled my hips and grinned when he growled low under his breath.
“Yes,” I said, going up onto my tippy toes so that his cock had a better angle on my lower half. “It needs to be thoroughly drenched in it. That’s how it gets so soft and shiny.”
He muttered something underneath his breath and then shifted me a little so that his cock was now poised at my entrance.
I shifted slightly again, this time backward, and groaned at the feeling of his cockhead breaching my pussy.
“Come inside of me,” I ordered. “Hurry.”
I was now in need, and there was no denying that.
So, apparently, was he.
In short stabs, he speared his cock into my pussy, not stopping until I was full of him and he was buried all the way inside.
I groaned and pressed my forehead to the shower stall, wondering idly if he still felt the heat of the spray or if he’d forgotten it was so hot.
But then he started to move inside of me in short, shallow strokes. Unfortunately, the width of the shower kept him from pulling all the way out. It also hindered both of our movements.
When a cramp started to form in my thigh, I gasped and dropped off of my tiptoes, going flat-footed and completely changing the angle of his thrusts.
He growled and pulled out, then spun me around until I was facing him.
I grinned when I saw the purple hue of his cock as he wasted no time picking me up by the hips and wrapping my legs around him.
