Free Freedom in the Smokies by Becca Jameson Page A

teasing tone jerked Kaitlyn from her intense perusal. God, she was staring. How embarrassing.
    “Don’t feel bad. Look all you want. I like it. Almost as much as I like what it’s doing to your arousal.”
    She whipped her gaze to his face. “You can tell that sort of thing?”
    “I can tell everything about you. For example, right now your pussy is so wet, your panties are soaked.”
    He was correct, of course. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from squeezing her legs together. She probably would have if she had enough brain cells to make them move. All her mind could focus on right now was the rock-hard body of the man in front of her holding the rock-hard erection. The size still surprised her.
    She licked her lips, remembering the feel of his smooth skin inside her mouth.
    Micah gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She raised her arms, too focused on his toned-to-perfection muscles to help. As he removed her jeans, he lowered his head and kissed her.
    He nudged her legs apart and stuck one knee between hers. “Open for me, baby,” he murmured against her mouth.
    Kaitlyn took a step out with one leg and he pressed his thigh into her pussy. The rough dusting of hair on his leg rubbed her clit, and she had to grab his biceps to keep from falling over.
    How could she be this aroused again?
    Micah chuckled and pulled back. “It’s the claiming, Kait. It does that.”
    If he hadn’t been holding her up with his leg, she’d have melted into a pile on the floor.
    Finally, he released the pressure on her pussy to ease her into the shower. She’d been so close to grinding herself against him, she flushed with embarrassment.
    Steaming water sluiced across her skin as soon as she stepped into the tile enclosure. It was plenty big enough for the two of them. She sighed. Her legs still shook from the assault on her clit, and the warmth of the shower did nothing to ease her arousal. She needed him inside her again. Now.
    Instead, Micah grabbed the shampoo and built up a lather in his palm, his gaze never leaving hers. He worked the soap into her hair, massaging her scalp with his fingers.
    This is heaven .
    “Glad you like it. I aim to please.”
    Kaitlyn closed her eyes and smiled. She concentrated on his touch as he washed her body from top to bottom. Every nerve was alive. He turned her around until she faced the wall and soaped down her arms until his fingers tangled with hers. Only their hands touched, entwined. Even his cock didn’t bob against her rear as she would have expected.
    When he lifted her arms up and placed them on the wall, she peered over her shoulder.
    “Keep your palms there. Don’t move them.” His command sent a chill down her spine even in the heat of the shower stall. What this man could do to her with words was incredible. His voice made her body hum.
    She chewed on her lip and spread her fingers against the tile when he nudged her legs apart. “Just feel.”
    Hands wandered around her waist and up to encircle her breasts. Her nipples hardened and strained forward. Micah squeezed the globes simultaneously and then pinched her nipples, long enough for the bliss to cross over into a kind of pleasure/pain that sent a bolt of lightning through her.
    “Oh God. That feels so good.” Why am I turned on by this? Kaitlyn never would have pegged herself as someone who would enjoy a bit of pain.
    His palms left her breasts and traveled down toward her pussy. He spread her wider with both sets of fingers. Water ran between her legs. When Micah pulled her clit hood back, exposing the throbbing nub to the cascade of water, she almost came.
    Her fingers gripped the slick wall, unable to get purchase. As her hands slipped, she leaned forward. She placed her forehead against the wall and her nipples grazed the cool tile, making them harden further.
    She gasped for breath when Micah plunged a finger into her sheath. She bucked toward him. “Please.” Her silent plea rang in