He pushed off the wall. “Or, you could shower here. You have a toothbrush here now. And some of your shampoo and bath stuff. Plus, you didn’t get your shirt dirty.”
“I do have another pair of jeans in the car, too.”
“Then you’re good to go.”
She tilted her head back to look up at him. “You just want to see me naked.”
“Purely a side benefit.”
She laughed, then pushed at his chest. “I’ll grab my stuff from the car.”
Once she’d retrieved her clean clothes and makeup bag from her car, she headed toward the bathroom, giving Carter an impish grin over her shoulder. “I get the shower first.”
Carter shook his head. “The hell with that. The shower is big enough for two.”
He was only a minute behind her, shrugging off his clothes while Molly turned the water on. He caught a glimpse of her sweet bare ass as she stepped into the shower. He grabbed a couple of towels and set them on the vanity, then opened the door.
She had the jets primed and the water set at a nice, steamy hot temperature. Since there were jets at both ends, he let the water beat at his sore muscles for a minute or two while he admired the view of Molly washing her hair. Then he grabbed the soap and scrubbed his body clean of the day’s grime.
“Thanks for buying my shower gel,” she said, pouring some into her hand. “Though I wouldn’t want you to read too much into having some of my things here.”
“First sign of too much comfort and routine for you, I’ll toss those right in the trash.”
Her lips lifted. “That’s reassuring.”
She soaped her body, and that was a visual treat, watching her sweep her hands over her breasts, down her rib cage, and between her legs.
His dick hardened in a hurry, and he moved toward her as she rinsed the soap off.
“Touching you there is my job,” he said, pulling her against him and cupping her neck, holding her steady as he took her mouth.
Desire snapped hard like a whip inside him. He had to leash it, but he wanted Molly with a need that always made him feel like he was losing control. When he skimmed his hands down her arms and his fingers bit hard into her hip, she whimpered.
“Sorry. Too hard.”
“No. Harder,” she said, lifting her leg over his hip. “I want you.”
He groaned against her lips, that leash loosening just a little, and he pushed her against the wall of the shower and slid his hand between her legs, delving into the silken softness of her.
She arched into his hand, her body moving in rhythm to the strokes of his fingers. His cock, hard and heavy, rubbed against her hip while he pleasured her, and her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking until he thought he might drop.
He kissed her, lost in the sensation of his fingers inside her, of the movements of her hand, the taste of her. It was damned intoxicating—she was like a drug, and he couldn’t get enough.
And when she came, he was the one shuddering, trying to hold back, but she gripped him like a vise, and in the end she was his undoing and he went with her, slamming his hand against the wall as he let go.
His breath came in rasps. He had a death grip around Molly, and he was sure there were spots in front of his eyes. And he knew for damn certain he couldn’t move. Not for a minute or so, anyway. But he finally shut off the water and led them out of the shower.
They dried off, both of them sneaking hot glances at each other.
“You keep looking at me like that we’ll never make dinner.”
“Too bad I’m so hungry.”
“Yeah,” he said, giving her a hot look. “I’m hungry, too.” But not for food.
Her lips lifted.
As he got dressed and ran a brush through his hair, she gave him a sexy smile in the mirror.
“That was nice as round one,” she said, putting on her eye makeup. “I’ll expect round two after dinner.”
“What? You want me to perform after all the physical labor I did today?”
“Damn straight. And if you can’t, I’ll be very disappointed.”
He came up behind her, letting her feel how very performance ready he was.
She grinned. “I knew I could count on you, Carter.”
Chapter 25
AFTER A DOCTOR’S appointment this morning, Molly’s mom was in the best mood she’d been in since Emma’s wedding.
“You watch, Molly,” her mom said. Molly held on to her mother as she practiced walking—albeit extremely slowly—around the living room. “With this new walking cast, I’ll be out and about in no time.”
Her mother lifted up her arm. “Plus, a shorter arm cast, without all the bells and whistles. I feel so much freer now.”
“I know Mom. This is great progress. But you’re going to have to be a little more patient, and wait for your physical therapy appointment tomorrow so they can work with you and show you how to manage these new casts.”
Her mom waved her off, then lost her balance a little and grabbed Molly’s arm for support.
“Careful, Mom.”
After about five minutes of very slow ambling, her mother took her spot on the sofa.
“That was shockingly exhausting,” her mom said.
“You’ve been on your butt for six weeks, Mom. It’s no surprise you’re so weak.”
Her mother huffed out a sigh. “I thought I’d be dancing by the end of the day.”
Molly grasped her hand. “Knowing you, it won’t take much time at all. As long as you don’t try to push harder than your body allows.”
“I do have another pair of jeans in the car, too.”
“Then you’re good to go.”
She tilted her head back to look up at him. “You just want to see me naked.”
“Purely a side benefit.”
She laughed, then pushed at his chest. “I’ll grab my stuff from the car.”
Once she’d retrieved her clean clothes and makeup bag from her car, she headed toward the bathroom, giving Carter an impish grin over her shoulder. “I get the shower first.”
Carter shook his head. “The hell with that. The shower is big enough for two.”
He was only a minute behind her, shrugging off his clothes while Molly turned the water on. He caught a glimpse of her sweet bare ass as she stepped into the shower. He grabbed a couple of towels and set them on the vanity, then opened the door.
She had the jets primed and the water set at a nice, steamy hot temperature. Since there were jets at both ends, he let the water beat at his sore muscles for a minute or two while he admired the view of Molly washing her hair. Then he grabbed the soap and scrubbed his body clean of the day’s grime.
“Thanks for buying my shower gel,” she said, pouring some into her hand. “Though I wouldn’t want you to read too much into having some of my things here.”
“First sign of too much comfort and routine for you, I’ll toss those right in the trash.”
Her lips lifted. “That’s reassuring.”
She soaped her body, and that was a visual treat, watching her sweep her hands over her breasts, down her rib cage, and between her legs.
His dick hardened in a hurry, and he moved toward her as she rinsed the soap off.
“Touching you there is my job,” he said, pulling her against him and cupping her neck, holding her steady as he took her mouth.
Desire snapped hard like a whip inside him. He had to leash it, but he wanted Molly with a need that always made him feel like he was losing control. When he skimmed his hands down her arms and his fingers bit hard into her hip, she whimpered.
“Sorry. Too hard.”
“No. Harder,” she said, lifting her leg over his hip. “I want you.”
He groaned against her lips, that leash loosening just a little, and he pushed her against the wall of the shower and slid his hand between her legs, delving into the silken softness of her.
She arched into his hand, her body moving in rhythm to the strokes of his fingers. His cock, hard and heavy, rubbed against her hip while he pleasured her, and her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking until he thought he might drop.
He kissed her, lost in the sensation of his fingers inside her, of the movements of her hand, the taste of her. It was damned intoxicating—she was like a drug, and he couldn’t get enough.
And when she came, he was the one shuddering, trying to hold back, but she gripped him like a vise, and in the end she was his undoing and he went with her, slamming his hand against the wall as he let go.
His breath came in rasps. He had a death grip around Molly, and he was sure there were spots in front of his eyes. And he knew for damn certain he couldn’t move. Not for a minute or so, anyway. But he finally shut off the water and led them out of the shower.
They dried off, both of them sneaking hot glances at each other.
“You keep looking at me like that we’ll never make dinner.”
“Too bad I’m so hungry.”
“Yeah,” he said, giving her a hot look. “I’m hungry, too.” But not for food.
Her lips lifted.
As he got dressed and ran a brush through his hair, she gave him a sexy smile in the mirror.
“That was nice as round one,” she said, putting on her eye makeup. “I’ll expect round two after dinner.”
“What? You want me to perform after all the physical labor I did today?”
“Damn straight. And if you can’t, I’ll be very disappointed.”
He came up behind her, letting her feel how very performance ready he was.
She grinned. “I knew I could count on you, Carter.”
Chapter 25
AFTER A DOCTOR’S appointment this morning, Molly’s mom was in the best mood she’d been in since Emma’s wedding.
“You watch, Molly,” her mom said. Molly held on to her mother as she practiced walking—albeit extremely slowly—around the living room. “With this new walking cast, I’ll be out and about in no time.”
Her mother lifted up her arm. “Plus, a shorter arm cast, without all the bells and whistles. I feel so much freer now.”
“I know Mom. This is great progress. But you’re going to have to be a little more patient, and wait for your physical therapy appointment tomorrow so they can work with you and show you how to manage these new casts.”
Her mom waved her off, then lost her balance a little and grabbed Molly’s arm for support.
“Careful, Mom.”
After about five minutes of very slow ambling, her mother took her spot on the sofa.
“That was shockingly exhausting,” her mom said.
“You’ve been on your butt for six weeks, Mom. It’s no surprise you’re so weak.”
Her mother huffed out a sigh. “I thought I’d be dancing by the end of the day.”
Molly grasped her hand. “Knowing you, it won’t take much time at all. As long as you don’t try to push harder than your body allows.”
