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A shiver ripped through her, shaking her body against his back, but it had nothing to do with the cold. He bet if he reached in whatever scrap of panties she was wearing, she’d be dripping.
Shell did as he asked, gripping his shoulders for leverage as she swung her leg over the bike. Her ass swayed back and forth in a hypnotizing pattern as she strode toward the house. When she reached the two steps leading to her stoop, she peered over her shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “Coming?” she asked.
“After you do at least twice.” He dismounted the bike and stalked after her.
Those gorgeous blue irises deepened in color, resembling the ocean right before a turbulent storm. He took the keys from her hands and unlocked the door. Holding it open, he gestured inside. Once she was safely through the door, he did a quick visual sweep of her yard. Call him paranoid, but he worried about her safety constantly.
“You wanted to shower, right?” Shell bit her lower lip and rocked back on her heels, seeming suddenly unsure of herself. “I can throw your clothes in the wash while you’re in there. You want a drink or something?”
The rambling was cute but unnecessary. What the fuck did she have to be nervous about? The woman pretty much had him by the balls. “Yeah,” he said. “I need to shower, but there’s no way I’m going in there without you. Fuck the clothes. We can wash them later. There won’t be anything between us tonight, so the clothes don’t matter.”
“Oh,” she said, eyes wide and mouth forming an adorable O.
“Come on.” He had yet to touch her, mostly because he meant what he’d said outside. The moment he got his hands on her, he was going to fuck her. And he didn’t want to do that smelling like the cheap whiskey Rusty had dumped on his clothes.
Shell led the way to her small but neat bathroom. She’d decorated the ensuite space with a rustic theme. The entire tiny house was decorated the same way. She’d never said, but the way she’d set up her place led him to believe she longed to live in a country cabin out in the woods. The house was warm, inviting, cozy, and never failed to draw him into a state of comfort he failed to find in his own space.
Though perhaps it was the woman more than the atmosphere.
When she stepped into the bathroom, she immediately flicked on the shower, testing the water. “Give it a few minutes. Takes a while to warm up.”
The shower definitely wasn’t big, but it would be more than adequate if they were willing to get a little close. Which Copper was. The closer the better.
Copper crossed his arms at the hem of his shirt and stripped it over his head. Shell’s focus stayed riveted to him as he moved his hands to the button of his jeans. Licking her lips, she reached toward his zipper.
“Don’t,” he barked, sharper than he meant. If she touched him, all bets were off, and he had a fantasy he wanted to fulfill tonight.
She jumped and snatched her hand back. Finishing the job, Copper worked his jeans down his legs. He’d forgone underwear. What was the point? It would only strangle the hard-on he’d known he was going to be rocking all night.
Shell stared at his cock as it emerged from his jeans, thwacking against his stomach. “Strip,” he said. “Then get in the shower.”
She met his gaze before bending forward and lowering the long zipper that ran the length of her boot. Once she’d removed what could be used as a deadly weapon, she did the same to the other. Next came the sinfully tight black pants. Copper grabbed the base of his dick as she shimmied the clingy material over her hips. When they were gone, she straightened. A tiny red thong matching her red top clung to the damp folds of her pussy.
“All of it,” he managed to say.
She’d gotten distracted and stopped removing her clothing, staring instead at him stroking himself.
“Shell. Get fucking naked.”
With a chuckle, she crossed her arms and peeled the form-fitting top off one inch at a time. Copper groaned at the sight of her ample tits encased in red silk. They rose and fell in a rapid clip, echoing the force of her breaths.
“Copper,” she whispered. “You’re just staring at me, and I feel like I could come.”
He worked his hand up and down his length at a leisurely pace. “I’m right there with you.”
She smiled then, extra confidence in her expression. Women liked to know they had power over men with their bodies. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra with feminine ease and let it tumble to the ground, cast aside.
“Fuck me,” Copper whispered. “Swear to Christ they’re even sexier than they were on Wednesday.” Plump and high, with tight, pointed nipples, those tits were screaming for his mouth. But he didn’t move toward her yet. “Panties.”
