Page 33 of Stolen

“You know I was going to leave that up to you,” he smiled.

“Good.” Blossom kicked off her shoes and then pulled his shirt over her head.

“Wha—what are you doing?” SynTanner asked, his voice choppy.

“Didn’t you say while I shower, you’ll be making dinner?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

“Yeah I did—I—” SynTanner lost his words and he continued to look at her breasts. Her lacey bra cupped her C cups perfectly. Through the material he could see the chocolate drops that were her nipples. Blossom reached back to unsnap her bra.

“Blossom! Baby! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” SynTanner exclaimed, seeing what she was doing.

“I just want to shower Tanner!” she scoffed.

“And do you really think if you got naked in front of me, you’re gonna be showering any time soon?” he asked. Blossom realized his point.

“Go in the bathroom, I’ll bring you something to change into and a towel,” he waved her off. As he retrieved the items, he had to adjust the wood in his jeans. Just the temptation of seeing her naked was sending his body into overdrive.

Blossom’s heart was beginning to flutter in her chest again. She wasn’t sure what provoked her to attempting to get naked in front of him, but the intimacy of being in his bedroom felt completely different than just sharing a hotel room. Her body was painfully of the man she was lusting for. The smell of his manly scent was coated through the room, even further throwing her into desire. Damn, he smelled good. His home smelled good. She just wanted to be wrapped around this man completely.

In his master bathroom, she began to take her clothes off slowly. His large bathroom seemed as if it was torn out of the pages of a magazine. The rectangular shower stall was adorned with glass doors that opened instead of sliding. She estimated that the rectangular shower was at least six feet. There were two square shower heads against the wall making it possible for two people to shower and not share a shower head, but almost if there was only one person in the shower, they would have the luxury of two sources of water. In the corner of the stall, she saw a bench where his body wash, conditioner, and shampoo sat.

Stepping into the stall, she turned the knob, triggering both shower heads to pump to life. She was sprayed with warm water almost instantly. A moan escaped her mouth as the warm water began to beat against her tired body. She ran her hands along her flesh, trying to calm the heat raging in her gut. Why did she feel like this? In public, her attraction was obvious, but the moment she stepped behind closed doors it was like all that she’d held back was trying to bubble to the surface. How could she want a man this badly?

SynTanner was desperately struggling. Hearing the water start in the bathroom was the trigger to his libido. She was naked. Standing in his stall. Steam cascading all around her. SynTanner never really experienced treading lightly with females. He was a harsh man who didn’t spare much time for consideration or delicacies where women were involved. Either they were going to bed him or they weren’t. Bedding Blossom was no doubt on his radar, but for the first time he was considering when and how to approach her. Should he be gentle? Should he just go in for the kiss? If he kissed her would melt into his touch much like she did this morning? Either way, his hardened member was straining so damn bad, he wasn’t sure how long he would last with just thinking about what he was going to do.

Whipping off his shirt, and his jeans, he paced the bedroom, trying to send his blood somewhere else besides his dick. He was trying to keep his mind out of the gutter long enough for her to get clean and settle down. Hell, even have a good meal. After their breakfast at the hotel she hadn’t eaten anything but that donut he bought her at the hospital.

“Just wait, SynTanner,” he scolded himself. Gathering a pair of boxers, a t-shirt and a towel, he took his time going to the bathroom. When he opened the door, steam washed over his face. The glass doors were frosted with steam, but he could still see her curvy silhouette. He just knew that she would look like a wet dream behind the steam in the shower. Frozen with lust, his heart was thumping wildly again. He didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at her silhouette, but the straining of his dick against his boxer briefs was what snapped him out of his daze. Being solid as a rock hurt even more when the woman he wanted was just within reach and he was unsure if he should make his move. His heart was thumping to the same beat as his erection, yearning and jutting out straight towards the shower doors.

Moving quietly, he placed the clothes on the shelf next to the shower. Being close to the shower allowed him to see clearer through the steam as beads of water cascaded down the glass. Suds of his soap were wrapped around her engorged breasts as she stood under the spray of her water. SynTanner swallowed audibly. He watched as she caressed her skin. Her head fell back slowly as her hands smoothed down her stomach and towards the apex of her thighs. A low delicate moan escaped her lips.

Oh hell no. fuck it. SynTanner couldn’t stand it. He stripped himself of his boxer briefs. If he was reading Blossom as well as he thought he could, he knew exactly what she wanted. Confident, he opened the shower door and entered the steam filled stall.

“Tanner!” she squeaked. Her eyes surprised but she didn’t try to cover herself. Instead, she kept her hands in between her thigh, just staring at him. Those beautiful eyes slowly raked his body, landing on the hunger pulsing and jutting from his hips.

“Oh my,” she whispered, staring. SynTanner stepped under the spray of the second shower head.

“You can ask me to leave if you want,” he said gravelly. Blossom held her back straight, showing herself off to him. That was an invitation if he’d ever seen one.

“I’m not asking you to go anywhere,” she replied. He took her into his arms, pressing her against his body. His lips landed down on hers fiercely. Her body melted and molded against his just as her mouth accepted the invasion of his tongue. Even with the smell of his body wash against her skin, she had her own delightfully sweet scent. SynTanner pressed her against the glass, turning his back to the spray of water. He lifted her slightly, rubbing his engorged tip along the sultry heat of her womanly folds.

Blossom gasped and clutched onto his shoulders. She broke from his kiss, breathing heavily.

“Don’t worry Blossom, I’m not going to enter you without protection,” he assured her.

“No, that’s not it,” she breathed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I—I haven’t been with a man in a long time. What I said about Chance was true. He never forced me into sex. Before him there wasn’t anyone else.”

“Are you a virgin?” he asked. She looked away with embarrassment. SynTanner promptly pushed her chin back towards him.

“Don’t look away from me like that. We’re not children. Don’t be embarrassed. Talk to me.”

“Technically, I’m not a virgin. I just lost my virginity later than most women do. And then after I lost it, I broke up with my boyfriend and so I wasn’t really being intimate with anyone. But—”

“But what?”