Take Me Back (Paradise, Idaho Book 4) by Rosalind James

Author:Rosalind James [James, Rosalind]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503940789
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-02-27T18:30:00+00:00

FLINGING

Jim was soaking wet. He was aching hard. He was burning hot.

Hallie’s body was convulsing around him, over him. He could hear the cries she was trying to suppress, and the sound was so sweet. The pounding water was trying to drown him, and so was she.

He stayed with her until she was all the way done and headed down the other side, until the spasms had turned to quivers, and then he got to his feet, put a hand against her shoulder, and bent to say in her ear, “How you doing?”

She was limp, shaking, her palms pressed against the shower wall. Her curvy, pale body stretched against the white tile, her red-gold hair in wilder ringlets than ever. It hadn’t gotten wet, not the way his had. But then, she hadn’t been the one kneeling under the spray.

Maybe next time. A thought that did him no good at all.

She didn’t answer, just put a trembling hand on the back of his neck, pulled his head down to hers, and kissed him, long and deep. And he was falling again. Or still.

He pulled away from her with the last ounce of willpower he possessed and whispered, “Gotta go.”

He didn’t have a condom. He didn’t have time. They didn’t have privacy. It was a killer.

It took her a second, but she nodded, and he reached out and shoved the faucet closed. They both stood still, the silence echoing around them, and Jim listened hard. Heard nothing.

He shoved the shower curtain back with a rattle of rings, then listened again. Hallie whispered, “Wait,” and stepped out of the shower and into the empty room.

She still looked shaky to him. She still looked great. He was looking at her from behind, and it was a view he liked just fine. Her skin was rosy from the warm water, from her orgasm, from the pressure of the tile against her back. And against her ass, which was round, pink, and terrific. And he wanted it.

She walked to the edge of the locker room, out of sight from where he waited inside the cubicle, dripping in his sweatshirt, shorts, and running shoes. Finally, she said quietly, “Nobody here.”

He stepped over the sodden mass of her clothes and joined her. She turned to look at him, and he grinned. He couldn’t help it. He was frustrated beyond belief. He was aching with need. And he was damn happy.

“Baby,” he said, pulling her close, “you sure know how to show a man a good time.”

“Shh,” she said, and then spoiled it by giggling.

Yep. He had Hallie Cavanaugh in the girls’ locker room, stark naked, hauled up tight against his body and giggling, all pink and relaxed and glowing from the rocking orgasm he’d just given her.

Were high school fantasies great or what?

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