Page 74 of Liquids

“Always so hot with you,” he says. “Kept me company on the rig for a long time, and when you kicked me to the curb.”

I open my mouth to say that it was more like me desperately trying to resist him, but change my mind. “The problem here is that you’re doing too much talking.”

A grin curls over his face. “Like that, too.”

“Like what?”

“You giving me sass. Can’t get away with anything.” His eyes meet mine as his hand presses in. “Very nice, babe,” he says, stretching over to place the cup on the sink before leaning back into me and running his thumbs over both my nipples again, now outlined by my T-shirt, cupping my breasts in his warm hands.

“Want to do more, babe. I want to play.”

Fuck, I want to play with him, too. My hand comes up to his bare chest and sift my fingers through the hair curling over him and down his stomach to his happy trail, stroking his abs. I can see how hard he is in his jeans, but I can see it in his face, too.

“Can I pour liquids down you, or does this only work one way?”

He smiles a predatory smile. “No one’s asked that before.”

What? His pecs are amazing, too. Broad and firm. The perfect amount of soft hair. I run my hands over them, avoiding all the Band-Aids and drifting my thumbs over his nipples like he’s been doing with me.

“With the right liquid, I could create interesting patterns in this.”

He laughs, squeezing me as he leans in, his mouth working up my neck until he catches my earlobe gently between his teeth. “You’re the artist,” he mutters.

“It might make the bandages peel off.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” he says.

I twist around him and pick up the glass from the sink, turning on the faucet. He shifts to one side, studying me with heated eyes as I fill it up. I turn and pour some water down his chest, and he squeaks a high-pitched squeal that makes me laugh, but I don’t stop, I just go back and forth pouring the liquid all over him, the hair darkening and flattening against his chest as the water trickles down and soaks into his jeans. I twist and pick up the bar of soap sitting on the back of the sink, and start rubbing it across his pecs, being careful with his Band-Aids.

“No one’s ever done this?” I say.

“Nope.”

“What a waste,” I murmur, and he laughs, looking down at my hands sliding in the foam. I swirl it through the fur on his chest and his nipples.

“You like this?” he says.

“You’ve got a great chest, Rig.”

He smiles. “Back at ya, babe.”

He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me, mouth smearing over mine as I wrap my legs around his hips. He moves to the shower. “Like you touching me. Like watching it. Like feeling it.”

He leans forward and turns the handle with one hand, still holding me up with the other, and goddamn, I fucking love how strong he is and how he can do that, even when he’s injured. He steps us into the spray, fully clothed, and I gasp as the water soaks into the back of my jeans and down into my underwear.

“Take your top off,” he rumbles. “I want to feel you against me.”

So I lean away from him and peel my soaking T-shirt over my head, my breasts slippery and wet as they slide all over his chest, and the feeling of the soap and his hair make an ache start right where I’m pressing into him. I shift to rub against where he’s rock hard, and his groan vibrates through my chest.

“Love fucking doing this with you,” he mutters.

“Me too, Rig,” I gasp.

He puts me down on my feet, and my fingers latch on to the button on his waistband, hands shaky, as he undoes my jeans and pushes them down my hips. I move my hands from him for two seconds to push my jeans farther down and step out of them. Then I’m immediately distracted by the hot hard length of him pushing forward into my hand as I unzip him, so I delve into his boxers and wrap my hand around silky skin, rubbing my thumb over his tip.

“Jesus, babe, don’t do too much of that or this will all be over far too fast.”

He slides a hand up my hip and over my breast, squeezing. “Fuck, I can’t wait,” he rumbles. “Been thinking about this for weeks. We’ll do slow later.” He squeezes my ass. “You okay with that?”