‘You’re going to tear it.’
His smile grew. ‘Then we’ll be even.’ He glanced down at hisshirt, then with one hard tug, he ripped the dress right off my body. The sound of the material pulling apart and the seams splitting only added to the heat of the moment.
‘Better,’ he said, his eyes roaming my body. ‘But now we’re going to have to do something about that underwear of yours.’
‘Are we?’ I asked.
He nodded slowly. ‘I think you should take it off.’ He brought his face down to my neck and kissed it, sending a jolt through my body. I reached down and gripped his waistband again, twisting the fabric around my hand.
‘Take yours off first,’ I said, and he burst out laughing.
‘Always a competition between us, even now.’ He buried his head in my neck again and I felt him inhale against my skin. ‘God, you smell good. You’ve always smelt so fucking good. I’ve missed it.’
I tilted my head to the side, giving him greater access to my neck. ‘But how about we drop the competition now,’ he said between kisses.
‘And why would we do that?’ I asked, floating away on the wave of pleasure that was building inside me to tsunami-like proportions.
He pulled his face away from my neck with a force that took me aback. Then he locked eyes with me, with a frightening intensity.
‘Because, Lizzy, there’s no need to compete now, since both of us are going to win in this particular situation.’ And with those words, and no more objections from me, he picked me up again. His fingers dug into the backs of my thighs as he walked us backwards towards the bed . . . wait, no, past the bed.
‘Where are you taking me?’ I asked.
‘Shh,’ he said with a smile. ‘Stop trying to be in control of everything.’
I raised a brow at him. ‘What, and letyoube in control?’
‘Just for once, why not? Trust me, you’ll be thanking me very loudly in about three minutes.’ And then he let me go. I gasped as I fell, and the second my feet hit the floor, he spun me around, gripping my waist tightly.
‘See that shower over there?’ he asked, lips pressed against my ear.
I nodded, unable to speak as his hands snaked from my waist to my ribcage and then around to my breasts. He cupped them, not delicately but with force as he pushed them together.
‘We should probably wash this rainwater off, don’t you think?’
I nodded again, and then a small moan escaped my lips as he released my breasts and moved his hands down, pushing them between my thighs.
‘Maybe in, say, I don’t know . . . that shower?’
I nodded again, my moans getting louder as he slipped one of his hands into my underwear, cupping me tightly.
‘I want you naked and in that shower in thirty seconds, or else.’ And then he let me go.
I stood there for a second looking at the shower, trying to catch my breath; that is, until he gave me a small but firm smack on the ass.
‘Twenty seconds, baby,’ he said playfully.
I didn’t wait for him to continue; I ran for the shower. But before I climbed in, I stopped and turned around to face him.
He pointed to my panties and tutted disapprovingly. ‘Ten seconds.’
I wanted this.I wanted this even though I knew it was probably a monumentally bad idea.
‘Three, two, one . . .’ His eyes zoned in on me and a slow smile spread across his face as I pulled them down and let them drop to the floor. ‘Just how I remember it.’
She stripped like she meant it. Like she’d been holding back for too long and had finally let those walls of hers crumble. Her panties hit the tiles in a wet heap, and she stood there in nothing but a tangled knot of curls.
Seeing her totally naked like that hit me like a punch to the gut. Every memory I’d buried – well, tried to at least – every thought of her I’d ever tried to escape all came rushing back. I stood there for half a second toolong, my breath caught somewhere I didn’t know existed, halfway betweenmy lungs and my lips.
