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CHAPTER29
With that one practical flip, the button of her jeans loosened, and Ronan kissed his way down as he lowered her zipper. All of Calista’s thoughts short-circuited, all of them. “Oooh.” Thrills, amber, and sparkling consumed her as the shower spray pulsed over her.
Ronan ran his hands over her body as if tracing her reactions, and he murmured appreciation all the while. All of his touching was happening over her Snowers blue cotton panties. Even with that barrier, the sensations overwhelmed, and her knees lost the ability to hold her up.
Calista kneeled, threw her arms around Ronan’s neck, and kissed him slow and long. The push, the pull, the taste of him was heady and delicious, maple-tinted, but masculine. She lowered her arms, sliding them down the front of his t-shirt covered chest, and up under the soaked fabric. The navy t-shirt hung heavy on her arms, and she caressed his wonderful, warm skin.
Ronan reached back and yanked his t-shirt over his head, giving her a visual to go with her sense of touch. The overwhelming power of his physique was stunning and admirable. Water droplets raced atop her fingers and over his cut abs. The view was sensual and captivating, she’d seen nothing like it. He was giving her an amazing mental screensaver.
Now, there was a billion-dollar idea, video abs. She traced her fingers up his back and down over his chest, relishing the sensations against her palms. She paused to brush her thumbs over his nipples and caused him to moan before tracking the path of the water droplets.
Ronan squeezed her bum. “I’m losing it, and I don’t even have your shirt off.” Ronan’s voice was husky and intimate, the way he sounded in bed. “Arms up.”
Calista didn’t want to stop the patterns she was making and bit her lip to gain control. She raised her arms, her body in a kneeling yoga mountain pose.
Ronan made quick work of her jersey, and the garment fell to the tiles, landing in an intimate tangle with his t-shirt. If she had her phone, she’d take a picture and frame it for her bedroom wall. Did their phones still work? They were a few feet away on the bathroom counter with his keys. Calista shifted in that direction and started to lower her arms.
“Nuh uh.” Ronan clasped her wrists in one of his hands. “You’re not leaving me.” He draped her arms around his neck and tugged her closer.
Calista giggled.
“I swear, tell me, you want to create electronic sliding doors for my shower? Add a fifth body jet? Fire up a heated towel chute? What?”
“Heated towel chute.” Calista snickered. “Stay right there.” She got to her feet, not recognizing her own suggestive voice, as she padded over to the vanity. She took a moment to brace against the granite and yank her socks off, grabbed her cell, and returned. Aiming the lens, she took a photo of the shirts.
Ronan chucked. “Not where I thought you were going with that.”
She looked at him. Water darkened hair, handsome face, ultimate body, and then because she couldn’t resist, she took a photo of him in the water flow.
Ronan linked his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. “Selfie?”
Calista held the camera high, put her face against his, and snapped the shot.
Ronan took the phone from her and set it outside the shower stall. “I want a copy, please.”
Calista nodded.
“I like it when you agree.” His voice grew huskier.
Did she ever disagree with him? Thus far, she relished all his moves. Calista reached for the front closure of her bra.
Ronan shook his head. “Let me.” He pressed his thumbs to her nipples as if that was how to unhook a bra.
The shock of sensation swept straight through her. Calista dropped her head back and groaned. “Wow.”
Ronan pinched gently and liquid heat rushed to her core. He removed her bra and licked her breasts.
The water flowed over her in rushing contrast to the slow pull and suction of his mouth. Calista closed her eyes and reached for him.
Ronan caressed her back and drew her syrup-saturated jeans and panties down. He got to his feet and helped her up so she could get them off. “Is no condom, okay? Guessing you’ve seen my medical records. I’m healthy.”
He’d just made HR charts interesting. “Me too, and I’m on the pill for my cycle,” she said, loving how the conversation was natural, not awkward.
“I’ll make this worth your effort.” Ronan grabbed a spongy ball instead of reaching for her and dispensed twice the normal amount from the soap dispenser. A spring water fragrance joined the steam of the shower. He circled the sponge around her neck, following the path with his free hand as if his fingers were jealous of the sponge.
Calista’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths that only deepened. As he washed her back, the contrast of the foamy suds and his warm hands had her center throbbing with an ache that made her want to grab him and copy the motions. A syrupy strand of her hair stuck to her cheek deciding for her. She grabbed his shampoo and conditioner combo and filled her palm with the liquid. She washed his hair as he thoroughly washed her body; the dual movements were entangling her with him in a new intimacy.
Ronan stuck his head under the rainfall showerhead to get the shampoo out. Calista shampooed her own hair twice, and then she took the sponge from him, and re-soaped the surface. She turned the sponge on him and took care to cover every visible inch of his upper body in the opalescent bubbles. The freedom to touch him like this, and the pleasure on his face were heady. She hooked the ribbon hook on the sponge over her pinkie and reached for the closure on his waistband.
