Make Me (Broke and Beautiful #3)(57)

Her back hit the glass shower door, shaking it. “Okay.”

She turned and started to climb into the running shower, but a vision of her slipping had Russell lunging forward to help. After that, touching her dewy, bare skin, he was totally f*cked. With Abby’s back to his front, he walked them under the spray, groaning louder with each step. Couldn’t help it with the way her ass cheeks lifted and fell against his dick. “Getting ready to touch yourself, were you?” He tugged her head to the side and nipped hard at her ear. “Were you going to stroke where my fingers stroked? Push your fingers into that tight little space where my cock goes?” Her nod was jerky. “Turn around and see what you’re getting instead.”

He didn’t wait for her to move but spun her himself. Droplets of water had the privilege of spotting her face, her neck, her tits, reminding him of where he’d come their first time together. How she’d looked wearing him in the filtered moonlight.

“I’m coming between your thighs this time, understand?” Russell nudged her belly with his pulsing dick. “Ah f*ck, what I’ve got stored up for you . . .” He scraped the foil edge of the condom wrapper down Abby’s spine and felt her shake, heard the whimper he’d missed like hell. Craved. “We’ll catch it with this for now, but someday, there won’t be a goddamn thing between us.”

She nodded, her gaze dropping to his boxer briefs and the flesh they barely contained. Watching her closely, Russell jerked the waistband halfway down his length, letting the elastic hold it up against his stomach. Her tongue skated out, her body dipping, as if she meant to service him from her knees.

With a harsh noise, Russell gripped her arm and pulled her upright. “No, Abby.” He steadied himself with a fortifying breath. “When I said I’ve got it stored up for you, I meant it. I haven’t touched myself since we were together. I wouldn’t last a second in that mouth.”

She traced a finger down his chest, ending at his belly button, circling it once. Twice. “Later?”

His throat dried up. “Are you asking me if you can suck my cock later, Abby?”

“Yes,” she breathed, hazel peeking out from beneath her eyelashes. “I’m asking you.”

The way she made him feel in charge was again releasing the powerful urges he’d allowed to run free that night on the beach. He reminded himself that she hadn’t been upset or hurt. That she’d wanted more. More. Russell reached behind Abby and gathered a handful of shower spray, bringing the water between their bodies and letting it wash over his erection. “Look down at me.” He nudged the waistband down a little more, revealing another inch of himself. “Does it make you want to touch your *?”

“No. It makes me want you to touch it.”

His moan echoed off the wet tiles. “You have that soap that makes you smell like white-grape sunlight? I’m going to rub it over every inch of you.”

As if magnetized, their mouths hovered closer as Abby reached blindly for the plastic bottle. “Can I wash you, too?”

“Later.” He brushed their steam-coated lips together. “A lot of things will have to wait until later, angel. Right now, I’m just trying not to jerk off to the sight of you.” When her eyes went glassy, Russell laughed through the pain. “That turns you on, doesn’t it? My girl isn’t so innocent anymore.”

She was staring at his lips, giving him no choice but to kiss her . . . and kiss her and kiss her until her thighs turned restless against his, her stomach pressing and lifting where it met his cock. Tight nipples dragged through his chest hair, making him feel too big for his skin all over. He rolled the condom on and dropped the wrapper, freeing his hand to palm her wet backside, massage the taut cheeks in time with his tongue dipping past her lips. The ends of her hair tickled his wrists and forearms, a product of her head falling back to receive the rapidly intensifying kiss. If he didn’t break away from her mouth, he’d lift her onto his erection and take her too hard. But no. He wanted to take his time. It had been over too fast on the beach. He’d come here to fix everything, to reassure her. Had he accomplished that? No, not yet.

With a low groan, Russell tore away. “Everything is going to be okay now, Abby. No more games, okay? Everything is fixed now, okay?”

She slipped the bottle of body wash into his hand. “Talk after.” Russell wanted to clasp both sides of her face and talk, talk, talk until everything poured out . . . but his body agreed with after. After he got over the worst of his lust and could focus. She needed it, too. As if to prove his thoughts true, she shoved his briefs down, making his dick drop heavily between his shower-dampened thighs. Fuuuuuck. “Stop thinking, okay? The way you look . . . it’s making me so hot.”

“Stop.” Russell slicked a hand down her belly, nudged her * with his knuckles. “I can’t concentrate when you say things like that.”

“Good.”

Stepping back to get an eyeful of her wet curves, Russell poured some body wash into his hands and set the bottle aside. “Is that where your fantasy ends? Being washed by me?”

Abby shook her head, making her sexy, palm-sized tits jiggle. “No.”

“Good,” he said, echoing her sentiment. His hands gravitated to those pretty mounds first, squeezing and lifting, rubbing her nipples with his palms. The harder he rubbed, the more she moaned, so he followed his instincts and pinched them between his index and middle fingers. He felt her knees shoot together, the rough touch affecting her where it counted. “I’m going to learn every little thing that gets you off. I want to know a hundred different ways.” He grabbed the bottle and poured more body wash into his hand. She must have known what was coming because she held her breath as he reached down and cupped her *. “This is where your fantasy ends, isn’t it?” He knelt in front of her, working her sensitive flesh, feasting on her with his eyes. “I’ll never f*ck you until you’ve been licked here, angel. It’s a personal rule. Need to worship it before I take it.”