She nodded and laughed. “I was just thinking about that night, too. You were having a party at your house after Homecoming our junior year, and you threw me in the pool in my dress.”
“You dared me to. I can’t resist a dare.”
“I was trying to get your attention. I couldn’t wait around forever for you to notice me.”
“It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed you. I just thought you were too good for me. Honor roll student. Teacher’s pet. Ballerina. Sweet little Maren Devine.”
“Oh, stop.”
“I’m serious. I had no idea you were into me until one of your friends said something. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She giggled. “My date was not amused.”
“Your date was a jackass.”
“He was. He spent the entire night talking about his new Mustang. But at least he asked me to the dance.” She poked my shoulder.
“I remember I pretended to feel all bad after tossing you in the water. I took you upstairs to my room to give you a towel.”
“You took me upstairs to kiss me.”
“Fuck yes, I did. Not sorry.”
“My first kiss.”
I glanced at her. “I remember.”
She sighed. “My poor date didn’t stand a chance.”
“Nope. Because then I offered to drive you home, so you wouldn’t get the seats in his new Mustang all wet.”
“Pretty sure everyone saw right through that, including my date.”
“I didn’t fucking care. That thirty minutes we spent parked down the street was worth it. Even if I did come in my pants.”
She burst out laughing. “Did you? I don’t think you ever told me that.”
“I did. When I walked you to your door, I tried to hide it by untucking my shirt, but I was terrified you were going to notice and be all grossed out.”
“And I was terrified I was doing everything wrong, because I had zero experience.”
“You did everything right. I promise.” Turning right onto Washington, I pulled up at the valet stand.
“I don’t think I slept at all that night.”
I put the car in park and looked over at her. “Babe, you’re not gonna sleep much tonight, either.”
She grinned. “My heart is beating so fast right now.”
Hand in hand, we raced through the hotel reception area and dashed into the elevator. Thankfully, we had it to ourselves, but I didn’t even wait for the doors to shut before I kissed her, pushing her back against the wall and running my hands up the sides of her ribcage. She threw her arms around my neck, her fingers sliding into my damp hair. When the doors opened on my floor, I backed out and she clung to me, her chest pressed against mine. I lifted her up and she locked her legs around me again like she had in the lake, and I managed to walk down the hall toward my room. At my door, I had to fumble for the card in my wallet, but she stayed right where she was, the strength in her legs holding her up.
It took a few tries, but eventually the door swung open and I walked us inside the room. As soon as it slammed shut behind us, Maren released her legs and put her feet on the floor. I reached for the buttons of her blouse, but she stopped me. “Wait,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve been in the lake. I feel like I need a shower.”
“Good idea,” I said, pulling her into the bathroom and switching on the light.
Two minutes later, our clothing and shoes littered the bathroom floor and we stood kissing beneath a stream of hot water, the steam rising around us. Her body was perfection—tight and toned, with curves in all the right places. Her skin was like satin beneath my hands. She had three tattoos, a lotus flower on her inner arm, three little birds on the front of one shoulder, and a hand of Fatima on her upper back. They were all beautiful, but I wished I’d been the one to do them.
She wanted to wash her hair, and I thought I’d go out of my mind watching her rinse out the shampoo, her back arched in a mouthwatering curve, her nipples taut and tempting, her eyes closed as the water ran down her body. My dick was so hard I lasted about five seconds before taking it in my hand and lowering my mouth to one of her breasts. She moaned, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
“Wait,” she pleaded, reaching for the soap.
“Let me,” I begged, taking the bar from her. “I need something to do with my hands before I get myself off just watching you.”
She laughed, deep and throaty. “That could be hot, too.”
“Another time.” I lathered her up from head to toe, willing myself to finish the task without losing control. I wanted my mouth on every inch of her body.
When she’d rinsed off, she reached for the soap. “Want me to do you?”
“Uh, that’s always a yes,” I said, closing my eyes as her soapy hands moved over my chest and shoulders.
“I love your tattoos.” She moved around me, lathering my back and sides. “I want to hear about them.”
“Tomorrow.” I grabbed the soap back from her. “Let me finish this. I’m going to fucking explode in a second, and I’d like to preserve my dignity tonight.” Quickly, I finished up, set the soap aside and dropped to my knees in front of her.
She gasped when I grabbed one leg and kissed my way up the inside of her thigh, and reached out to catch her balance, one hand on the tile wall. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t think I got enough dessert.” I dragged my tongue up the center of her pussy, slow and soft. “I’m in the mood for something sweet.” I did it again, and again.
“Oh, God. That feels … so good.” Her other hand slipped into my hair as I circled her clit and sucked it gently into my mouth.
She tasted even better than I remembered—more like a dream than a memory. I slung her leg over my shoulder and slid one finger inside her, then two. She was hot and tight and slick. My cock twitched in jealous agony, and I pulled my fingers from her and wrapped them around my erection, fucking my fist for a moment of relief.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” she whispered. “And you’re so good with your tongue. Oh my God, Dallas, I’d forgotten—what this is like—I’m going to—”
The leg she stood on began to tremble and her cries grew incomprehensible. I took my hand off myself and used my fingers inside her again, pushing in deeper, seeking out all her hidden pleasure spots, and paying close attention to the way she responded to each flick and stroke and swirl of my tongue. I wanted to give her exactly what she needed to fall apart above me. I wanted her leg to buckle. I wanted to make her scream.
A second later, her body tightened around my fingers and her voice echoed off the tiles as the orgasm ricocheted through her. I felt her clit pulse against my tongue, and my body surged with adrenaline. Lust. Greed.
I rose to my feet and she threw her arms around my neck, crushing her lips to mine. Once more, I lifted her up and she twined her legs around me. Reaching between us, I positioned my cock beneath her and hesitated. “Is it okay? Do you want me to get a condom?” The last thing I wanted to do was leave that shower, but if she asked me to, I would. “I don’t mind. I always use one, although I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
“How long?” she asked.
“Almost a year.”
“I win. It’s been two years.”
“Let me go get a condom,” I said, starting to lower her.
“No!” She clung to me with her arms and legs. “No. Don’t leave. It’s okay,” she murmured against my lips. “I’m on the pill, and I trust you.”
Of course she did. She always had. Was I violating that trust now? Wouldn’t she be angry if she knew what I was keeping from her?
For fuck’s sake, don’t think about that.
I shoved every thought from my head and focused on what it felt like to ease into her body again, to watch her face reflect the pain and pleasure of taking me in deep, to hear her strangled breaths and anguished sighs, to feel her fingers clutching at my shoulders.
“I forgot how big you are,” she whispered. “But I love the way it hurts. I missed it. I missed you.”