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Thank God for the cascade of water as it hid the sheen of tears in her eyes.
LJ turned, bracing his hands high on the slippery wall.
“I’m just going to use my hands instead of a washcloth, okay?” she asked. “Feel like I can be gentler that way.”
“Sure, sugar.”
Holly grabbed the generic bottle of body wash from the small cutout shelf and squeezed a dollop onto her palms. With slow movements, she worked the gel into a later, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his muscular back and shoulders. Even with the wounds, he was impressive. “Ready?”
“To have you put those hands all over me? Yeah, sugar, think I can handle it.”
With one hand, Holly tested his response by rubbing over one of the scratches. When he didn’t hiss again or jolt form the sting, she grew bolder and stroked her hands over his entire back, washing away the blood that had dried in streaks on his tanned skin.
“I don’t think I messed up any of your tattoos,” she said as the washing became more of a massage.
“I’m sure you didn’t. Feels good, Hol,” he said as she kneaded his shoulders like dough.
“You’re so strong.” And that power and muscle felt incredible beneath her palms.
“Product of the job. Lifting, swinging tools, carrying heavy shit.”
“Hmm.” She slid her hands around the front, washing his chest and abs. “You work out too though, don’t you? I know you at least run a lot.”
“Yeah, and I try to hit Zach’s gym a few times a week. Been tough lately with my schedule.”
By now most of the suds had rinsed away, but Holly continued running her hands over his skin as though washing him. She coasted her hands down to the front of LJ’s thighs and back around to the very firm globes of his ass. God, the man could quit his job and become an underwear model any day of the week. He’d be a millionaire by the end of the month.
She took a step forward, plastering her wet front to his back as she skimmed around his body once again. This time, she circled her fingers around his cock and gave a long, slow squeeze.
Hard, just as she’d hoped. She stroked it, and LJ growled. Damn, that sound did things to her no other man had come close to. Part approval, part desire, part warning, the growl he emitted made her wet every time. With a confidence she’d gained since being with him, she jacked his cock in a hand-over-hand pattern. Wrapped in the circle of her arms, he tensed, the muscles she’d just been admiring rippling with restraint.
“You looking to get fucked, baby?” he asked in a ragged voice. Her man was near the edge.
A shiver undulated through her. “Don’t know what you mean. I’m just making sure you’re all nice and clean.”
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you wanna play, huh?”
Yes, God, yes, she wanted to play with him. Wanted to lose herself in the heat and passion they shared. It seemed the only thing possible to chase away the events of the past day.
Faster than should have been possible for such a big man in a tiny space, LJ spun. Holly squeaked as her back met the shower wall.
Those large, rough hands squeezed her breasts with a kneading motion much as she’d used on his shoulders seconds ago. Her eyes fell shut as pleasure replaced the pain and stress that had been present from the moment she stepped into Schwartz’s home. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit the fact that LJ loved her breasts so much thrilled her as much as his touch. There was a power in knowing she could make a man crazy with just her body.
A sharp jolt of pleasure had her eyes flying back open and her back arching off the wall as his thumb and forefingers pinched her nipples.
“Jack,” she said, drawing it out in a raspy moan.
He wasn’t gentle, twisting and pulling on the sensitive tips. Each tug sent a rush of need between her legs.
“Just returning the favor, sugar. Getting you all clean.”
Somehow her brain engaged enough to process his words, and she chuckled. “How exactly are you getting me clean?”
“Do you give a fuck?”
He scraped his blunt nails over the tips of her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. “No, absolutely no fucks given. Oh, shit. Please, Jack.”
The grin he gave her as he stared down at her and continued to torture her nipples was positively wicked. “Please what, baby?”
“Please touch me.” He was going to make her insane with need. With each passing second, the ache in her core grew in intensity. Her pussy practically spasmed with the need to be filled. To be pounded. To be fucked until she was screaming.
“Pretty sure I’ve been touching you for the last few minutes.”
