Chapter 17

The bathroom door closed behind Emersyn, and then Aaron was spinning her around, pinning her against the back of the door and planting a series of hot, wet kisses down her neck. "The shower's over there," she gasped, arching into him. He shifted slightly, and then one of Aaron's big hands was cupping the back of her head, the other wrapping around her waist, holding her in place. He kissed her again, slow and teasing, his lips hot against hers. Emersyn whimpered, submitting to him, and then his tongue was sliding into her mouth and stroking against her own.

Aaron tasted of the beer he'd had with lunch and the fresh fruit they'd shared for dessert. The stubble on his jaw abraded the tender skin of her face, and she felt consumed by him, his mouth moving over hers. He finally pulled back when she was gasping and breathless and ran a thumb over her lower lip, no doubt swollen from his kisses. "Are you going to be a good girl and wait here?" he asked, his deep voice thick with promise. "I'm not done with you yet."

She playfully pouted but did as he asked, watching as Aaron opened the glass door to turn on her shower. "Holy hell, this is huge," he said as he took in the big space.

"I thought that was supposed to be my line," she teased, feeling victorious as he nearly stumbled in surprise as he turned back around. For such a big, athletic guy to almost lose his footing was almost comical.

"God damn," he said, but a grin was spreading across his face. "You're trouble."

"I know," she said, giggling as he moved closer. "And I think this shower is bigger than my entire bathroom at home." The apartment bathroom had been remodeled before she'd moved in, with gorgeous tiles and brushed stainless steel fixtures. It was modern and fresh. And she rather loved that the shower had more than enough space for two.

Aaron caught her in his arms, playfully nipping at her as he dragged the sundress up and off her body, the steam from the hot shower filling the bathroom. Her nipples pebbled against the triangles of her bikini top, and she swore Aaron growled in approval. He was still in a tee shirt and board shorts, but she'd felt his erection against her earlier. Her man was ready for her, and while they hadn't had sex yet, she was hoping he'd let her play with and explore him, too.

He spun her around, untying the straps at her back and neck. Emersyn's hot pink bikini top fell to the tile floor, and then Aaron's hands were on her breasts as he stood behind her. Kneading. Massaging. Driving her absolutely wild.

She glanced down, already breathing heavily. His big hands on her breasts looked erotic, Aaron's veined, masculine flesh a contrast to her pale skin. "Ummm," he murmured, his lips at her ear as he squeezed them again. "I knew these would feel perfect in my hands." She gasped as he lightly pinched both her nipples, and then Aaron was lifting her into his arms, carrying her topless into the shower.

She flushed as his heated gaze dropped to her bare breasts, the expression on his face nothing but pure male hunger. She somehow felt both vulnerable and cherished at that moment. He could do with her as he wanted, but she also sensed she was safer with Aaron than anyone.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she complained as he closed the glass door behind them, the hot spray already steaming it up.

Aaron chuckled as he set her down on the slippery tiles. He quickly stripped, tossing his wet clothes to the corner of the shower, and then reached down, untying the strings on her bikini bottom. She blushed knowing she was now completely bared to his gaze. Aaron didn't seem fazed in the least about his own nudity. His body was practically a work of art, with muscles upon muscles beneath all that tanned, toned flesh. His erection stood loud and proud, and he turned toward her.

A brief flurry of nerves washed over Emersyn, but Aaron was on her in an instant—touching, kissing, caressing. Running his hands over her wet skin just as he'd promised. One hand palmed the back of her neck, the other squeezing one of her bare ass cheeks as he drew her close. Aaron kissed her under the water, still in no hurry. His erection pressed against her bare stomach, thick and throbbing. He was big all over, just as she'd imagined. While Emersyn was dying to feel all that male power moving over her—inside her—she knew that Aaron was the one in complete control.

He kissed her again more deeply, and his hands began to explore her body. One big hand palmed her breast, testing the weight of it, his thumb skating over her nipple. She practically shivered in delight, Aaron growling in approval. His hand moved down the curve of her body, and then his fingers were sliding between her pussy lips.

"You're wet," he said, his voice gravel.

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers trailed through her folds, unerringly landing on her clit.

"I want you to come for me," he ordered. And then Aaron was turning her around, lightly pressing her body up against the cool glass. Her breasts pillowed against cold hardness, and she shivered at the contrast of cold in front of her and hot shower spray behind. Aaron's muscled arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. His fingers slid to her sex again, teasing her swollen folds. Emersyn whimpered as he found her clit once more, his big fingers circling her swollen bud.

"Oh!" she gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Does that feel good?" Aaron asked, pressing closer still, her body trapped between his and the shower glass.

"Yes," she whimpered, another shot of pleasure spiking through her.

"Good girl," Aaron rasped, letting his fingers explore all of her arousal-drenched folds. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing, and it felt like only Aaron could put out the fire raging inside her. Suddenly, he lifted her up slightly, forcing her hips to thrust back as she balanced on her tiptoes. Aaron eased one thick finger inside her channel, quickly adding a second so her inner walls were forced to stretch around him. She moaned as he slowly pumped them in and out, her body surrendering to this man.

"You're gorgeous," he said, peppering hot kisses along the back of her neck. "So damn gorgeous." He began to pump his fingers faster, Emersyn's little mewls of pleasure filling the steamy shower. Aaron added a third finger, and she cried out, fisting her hands against the glass as pure pleasure washed over her. "Your pussy is soaked for me," Aaron said, his voice gravel. He kissed her neck again, swirling his tongue over her wet skin. "You're so hot and wet for me, Em. You're going to come when I tell you to."

She whimpered, helpless as she was pressed against the glass, balancing on her tiptoes. Aaron effortlessly held her up, her body his to command. Suddenly Emersyn gasped as she caught their reflection in her bathroom mirror. It was steamy and sexy, both of their naked bodies partially on display. Emersyn's breasts were round globes against the glass, and Aaron's big hand in her pussy was an erotic sight. "You're mine, sweet girl," he said, curling his fingers just so as he thrust them in and out.

Emersyn let out a choked cry, and then as Aaron's thumb slid over her clit, rubbing her swollen bud, she screamed, coming again and again as her pussy clenched down around him.

Several long minutes later, Aaron seated her on the big bench in the shower, Emersyn's legs still shaky from that life-altering orgasm. He kissed her forehead, surprisingly tender, then squeezed out some of her floral shampoo, sudsing up her long, blonde strands. His touch was gentle as he massaged her scalp, and then after he rinsed away all the shampoo, he grabbed her washcloth and soaped it up, his big hands gently running all over her body.

She blushed as he washed her breasts and then between her thighs, his fingers once again delving through her folds. Aaron was watching her intently, quiet for a change. After he'd rinsed off the soap, Aaron knelt down in front of her, parting her legs. Emersyn flushed as she realized his intentions, and then he was feasting on her still swollen sex, licking and tasting, making her cry out his name as she came on his mouth and tongue.

After she was practically limp with pleasure, Aaron quickly washed himself off and pulled her to her feet, kissing her slow and gently. She tasted herself on his tongue and then buried her face in his chest, letting Aaron's big hands smooth over her. Emersyn knew right then she was in so much trouble. She wasn't just falling for this man anymore. She'd already fallen—hard.