Page 18 of Rock with You

He glanced at the master bed, untouched since before she’d arrived. “Shame. I’ve never gotten laid in that bed.”

She rolled her eyes with a grin and led the way into the master bath. “Wow.”

It was pretty decent as bathrooms went, with a big, tiled shower and a jetted tub. He reached into the shower and twisted it on, nice and hot.

A small groan escaped her lips. “Oh God, that’s going to feel good.”

They were both overdue for a shower, it was true. But showering with Carly was the real treat. Since they were both still naked, they stepped right in. Hot water cascaded over him, and yeah, it felt amazing.

Carly tipped her face up as the water coursed over her. “You don’t realize how awesome hot water is until you don’t have it.”

He reached for the soap, using it as an excuse to touch her. She sucked in a breath as he spread suds over her chest. His dick brushed against her belly, and she glanced down with a smile. “Again? Already?”

Yeah. It seemed he was insatiable where she was concerned. And the thought of her leaving after this shower? He didn’t like it at all.

She reached for the bar of soap and lathered up her hands, spreading bubbles across his chest and down his stomach until her fingers wrapped around his dick. Fuck. He surged beneath her touch.

He’d never used so much soap in the shower. He and Carly lathered each other up, touching and teasing as they went, until his dick throbbed, aching for release, desperate for one last time with Carly.

Her hands pressed into his back as she brought her hips against his, making that little sound of arousal he’d come to recognize. She was as turned on as he was.

“What do you say?” she whispered, lifting her hips so that his dick pressed into the heat between her thighs. “One last time before I leave?”

“Hell, yes.” Except…“Dammit. Condoms are downstairs.”

She thrust herself against him with a grumble of frustration. She was so hot for him. He could feel her burning him up beneath the shower’s spray. Reluctantly, he shifted his hips away from hers. Then he reached down and stroked her. She whimpered, her head falling back.

Oh, yeah. He loved getting her off.

He pushed two fingers inside her, thrusting in the rhythm they’d built together. She rocked her hips against his hand, eyes closed and panting. He kept his eyes locked on her face, soaking up every moment of her pleasure. God, she was beautiful.

She moaned as she came, her hips pressing against his. Carly. He could never get enough.

“My turn,” she whispered playfully, returning to the game they’d been playing since she got here. She reached for the bar of soap and lathered up her hands, then reached down, cupping his balls in one hand while she gripped his cock in the other, stroking him slowly end to end.

He groaned, thrusting his hips against her, completely lost to the feel of her touch, the heat of the shower raining down on them, and Carly.

“Is this good?” she murmured, stroking gently.

“Harder,” he ground out, so turned on he could barely speak.

She tightened her grip, stroking faster. “Better?”

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Yes.” He closed his eyes, thrusting his hips in time with her hand. His orgasm was already building, tightening in his balls, burning through him as the pressure inside him built. “Carly.”

“Sam,” she whispered, moving closer so that his cock pressed against the warmth of her body. She squeezed his balls, stroking harder and faster, and his whole brain short-circuited. He pumped his hips against her, and then boom, he exploded. He grabbed at the walls of the shower to hold himself up as his knees gave out. His dick pulsed in her hand as he came, hard.

“Wow.” Carly gripped him as another wave of release spurted against her. “That was hot.”

He held on to her, lost for words, completely undone. How was he ever supposed to let her go?

When he’d finally caught his breath, they rinsed off and got out of the shower. Carly wrapped herself in a big, gray towel and padded downstairs. He toweled himself off, shrugged into a pair of jeans and a tee, and went after her.

At first, he didn’t see her, but then she came out of the guest bedroom, the one where she’d been supposed to stay during the storm. She was wearing the blue top and black jeans she’d had on when she arrived, but she wasn’t the same Carly who’d delivered sweets to his house two days ago.

This Carly was still slightly mussed from their tryst in the shower. Her eyes were warmer, her expression more relaxed. His Carly.

Except she wasn’t.