“I’m sorry, I’m heavy. I’ll move in about an hour.” Luke doesn’t move, but smiles.

I yank on his hair, then lean down and kiss his forehead.

“You’re fine,” I whisper and continue to pet his hair.

“Just fine?” He frowns playfully and pushes up off of me, breaking our precious connection. He discards of the condom, and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“Okay, you’re better than fine.”

“How are you?” he asks, serious now.

“I’m…” I search for the word.

“Fantastic.”

“Yes, you are.” He kisses me lightly.

“So, why the different languages?”

I shrug and look away, but he pulls my chin back toward him.

“I don’t want anyone to know what they say unless I tell them.”

“Who has been so lucky, Miss Conner?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You.” I whisper.

“And?”

“You.”

He gasps. “Really?”

“Yes.”

He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, then his thumb across my bottom lip and I bite it.

“Oh, you want to get rough, do you?”

“Maybe later.”

“What do you want to do, baby?” Oh, he’s so sweet.

“I think I need a shower.” I grin up at him and sit up, shimmy off the bed and turn back to him.

“I do love your ass, Nat.”

I laugh, turn around and wiggle it for him, then saunter toward the bathroom.

“You’d better join me before I use all the hot water!”

Chapter Eight

Who is this woman, and what has she done with me?

I can’t believe how at ease I feel with Luke, especially naked. I’ve never, ever just walked around in the nude like it’s no big thing. My clients do it all the time, and I admire their confidence, but that’s just not me.

Until today.

Until him.

“I do love your ass, Nat.” The words he uttered before he clamored out of bed to join me in the shower still make me smile. He loves my full ass, my body art, my curves.

He seemed to especially love my curves.

I glance up at him in the shower and smile. Oh, he’s pretty . He’s scrubbing his hair, and I can’t help but pour some body wash in my hands and start washing his back.

“Mmm…” he growls and leans his head back in the spray to rinse his hair.

“How often do you work out?” I ask.

“Just about every day,” he replies and turns around, pouring the fragrant soap into his own hands. “Turn around.”

“How about you?” he asks as he starts massaging my shoulders.

“What was the question?” I murmur.

I hear his chuckle. “How often do you work out?”

“I do yoga three or four times a week when I can fit it in. My work is pretty physical too. That’s it.” I shrug.

“It’s working for you.” His voice is sincere and I glance back at him and smile.

“Back at you.”

He rhythmically circles his hands over my back and down to my bottom, and then steps around me so my back is in the water and starts massaging my front.

“You have great hands,” I whisper and brace myself on his hips.

“You have great skin,” he responds.

His hands run over my breasts and tight nipples, suds running down my torso.

He eases one hand down my belly and finds my clitoris with a finger. He backs me up against the wall and pulls my earlobe between his teeth.

“Ah!”

“I would love to make love to you here, baby, but there’s no condom dispenser in the shower.” I feel him grin and I look up into his bright blue eyes.

Before he can slip a finger inside me I grab his hand and bring it up to my lips, pulling his finger into my mouth, sucking it hard. His pupils dilate and he bites his lip.

“I have a better idea.”

With that I run my hands down his chest, over his abdomen and to his hips.

I sink down to my knees and am at eye level with his impressive, very hard cock. I wrap my hand around it moving up and down, looking up into his eyes.

“Shit, baby.” He closes his eyes and leans both hands against the wall of the shower, and seeing the pleasure on his beautiful face empowers me.

I lean in and lick around the rim of the head, then take him in my mouth and suck hard.

“Fuck!”

Oh, yes!

I push and pull him in and out of my mouth, my teeth sheathed behind my lips. I’m sucking and licking, swirling around the tip as I pull up. He starts to rock his hips against me and I take him deeper and deeper, feeling the tip at the back of my mouth.

“Oh shit, Nat. Stop baby, I’m gonna come.”

But I don’t want to stop so I don’t. I continue the torment, reveling in making him crazy. He grabs hold of the bun on top of my head and growls as he comes, and I swallow quickly.

I grin up at him, and he’s panting, his forehead leaning against the tile. As he catches his breath he looks down at me, his eyes molten blue, and pulls me to my feet kissing me long and hard.

Oh my.

“Come on, let’s get out of the water.”

He pulls away, turns off the water and hands me a fluffy towel.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Starving.” He grins wickedly and I laugh at him, wrapping the towel around me as I walk around him and into my bedroom. I spy his grey t-shirt on the floor and scoop it up. I drop the towel and pull the shirt over my head.