June couldn’t keep from laughing. “You could never stink. I think you
sweat out rose petals and apricots.”
“That would be quite a sight.”
“I thought a shower would be nice. Warm water with my fancy hot water
on demand system. It’s a great energy saver, so we could be a little more
frivolous and take a litt
le longer in there than the five minutes I usually allot
myself.”
“Do you really have it timed?”
“No, I guess I’m just fast. But I’d like to spend more than five minutes in
there with you. Even if the water got all cold and uncomfortable, I don’t
think I’d mind.”
“Is your shower super vintage?”
“Brown tile, baby.”
“Then yes. Oh, my God, I’m sold.”
June’s gaze clashed with hers. It was almost unnerving, the intensity in
her dark eyes. Arabella found herself getting lost in the beauty of them
before June leaned in. She gulped as June’s hand bracketed her face, her
thumb caressing the wild leaping pulse at Arabella’s throat.
“That’s good,” she whispered, gruff at first, but smooth at the end, her
voice like sandpaper and melted better all at once. “I would very much like
to make you come in there so hard that you forget your own name.”
Oh my sweet lord. Arabella’s core throbbed at the blissfully erotic intent
behind June’s words.
June’s hands reached out and undid the zipper of Arabella’s athletic zip
up. She shoved it aside, then worked her hands under the loose-fitting
workout shirt Arabella had donned in the bathroom at work in preparation
for their walk.
She kissed Arabella furiously, their tongues and lips dancing together as
their hands peeled away layers of clothes. Arabella kicked off her shoes