Chapter 13
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CHAPTER 13
Shannon gasped as her back connected with the cold tile of the shower wall. She gasped again as Lucas went to his knees. Coherent thought fled. Oh. Just… oh. What that man could do with his tongue. She braced herself against the wall with one hand, oblivious to the shock of the cold tile this time. Her other hand had made its way into his hair, her fingers flexing involuntarily as her hips matched the rhythm of his tongue.
His hands on the backs of her thighs kept her steady, but he drove her up and over the edge faster than she was prepared for. As she peaked, her legs turned to jelly and she started to wobble.
Lucas held her still and worked his way up her body, his mouth following the path of the water streaming over her breasts. She was surprised the drops didn’t turn instantly to steam.
Shannon pulled his head closer to taste his mouth, and for a glorious moment they were slick, soft body to slick, hard body. A perfect fit. She trailed a hand down his back and took a moment to be thankful for the way the sculpted curve of his butt felt against her hand.
A little fleck of paint on his collarbone caught her eye. Oopsie. She was neglecting her duties. She’d promised paint removal service. Clearly a very thorough inspection would be required to make sure they didn’t miss any spots.
A muscle in his jaw twitched when she reached for the soap. Perfect.
Lucas wasn’t sure how much time had passed, and he didn’t care. He had no desire to move from the comfort of the bed, where he was tangled with Shannon. She was snuggled against him, her hand captured in his against his chest, her head burrowed into his neck. He played with a strand of her hair as his mind drifted. Her hair was the colour of dark honey, soft and silky. Almost as soft as her skin.
Physically, he was drained. The day, the shower gymnastics, and then a very thorough testing to see if Shannon’s new bed squeaked—it did, but only if you really worked at it—had used up every ounce of energy he had.
He was as close to perfectly happy as he’d ever been and could think of no reason to leave the bed before morning.
Shannon’s stomach growled loudly. “I’m starving. Think you can drag yourself out of that bed for a picnic supper?”
“Sounds perfect.” For her, he could muster the energy. “And it smells beyond amazing.” The aroma of the sauce drifting in from the other room had awoken his taste buds.
But even more enticing was the scent of her. Honey and vanilla combined with a hint of salt. They’d worked up a good sweat. Maybe after dinner he could talk her back into the shower. The scent of her body wash drove him crazy.
He dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder as she sat up and swung her legs off the edge of the bed. There was a stab of disappointment when she grabbed a silky robe from the closet doorknob and her naked backside disappeared under belted satin. A quick tug on the flimsy tie could fix that. But there was no rush. If he had his way, they were just getting started on forever.
He hauled himself out of bed and pulled his boxers back on. A spare blanket had been knocked onto the floor, and he scooped it up on his way by. A living room picnic sounded great.
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