Free Carter (Bourbon & Blood Book 3) by Seraphina Donavan

the hall and Josie flopped back on the bed. He’d told her to wait, but the temptation of him wet and naked was more than she could bear. The second the shower turned on and she heard the rings of the shower curtain sliding closed her decision was made.
    Climbing from the bed, Josie opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. Carter’s clothes were on the floor. She stepped over them as she stripped the nightie off.
    “I told you to wait for me,” he said, his voice carrying over the sound of the water.
    “I thought we’d have more fun in here,” she replied, opening the curtain just enough to step into the tub behind him.
    Carter turned and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He reached for her bottle of conditioner and she smirked at him. “What?” he demanded.
    “If I wasn’t staring at ever growing proof to the contrary, Carter, I’d swear you were a girl.”
    “It makes my hair feel nice,” he said simply. “And you like my hair, so don’t even pretend you mind.”
    She did like his hair, and just about everything else about him. In that, she was totally caught. That didn't mean she was going to feed his gargantuan ego, though. “But if you ask to use my flat iron, it’s a deal breaker. Clear?”
    “If I ask for your flat iron,” he said, as he worked the conditioner through his hair, “Then you can just take my balls as payment. They’d be useless to me after that anyway.”
    When he was done with his hair, he pulled her close, plastering her to him and spun them around. The spray was warmer than she’d expected and she let out a squeak.
    “Too hot?” he asked.
    “I’ll get used to it,” she said.
    When her hair was completely saturated, Carter turned her again so that her back was to his chest. He squeezed some of her shampoo into his palm and began to work a lather into her hair. He didn’t just wash her hair. He massaged her scalp, his hands kneading and easing knots of tension she hadn’t even been aware existed. He rubbed her temples and then the tender spot just behind her ears, working his way down to her neck.
    “Oh, sweet lord. I feel like I’m melting,” she said.
    Carter grinned. “Then I’m doing it right.”
    She leaned against him, practically unable to support her own weight. He rinsed the shampoo from her hair, then applied a liberal amount of conditioner and repeated the whole process.
    If anyone had told her that having a man wash her hair for her would be one of the most erotic experiences of her life, she would have thought they were crazy. But then she was naked in the shower with Carter and it would be impossible for it to be anything less. She heard his name, she thought about sex. She saw him, she thought about sex. He touched her and she wanted to climb him.
    With her hair rinsed clean, her head resting against his chest, Carter tugged her closer. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her. Her body responded accordingly. The rush of heat between her thighs was intense and instant.
    His hands moved from her neck down to her shoulders, then slipped lower. They coasted up and down her back in soft, slow strokes that left her shivering before sliding around her waist and then back up to cup her breasts. His fingers closed over her nipples, squeezing just a shade beyond gentle, leaving her gasping.
    “I want you all the time,” he said, whispering against her ear. “I wake up thinking about you… I go to bed thinking about you. The way you smell. The way you taste. You drive me crazy.”
    She wanted to answer, to tell him that he drove her crazy too. But she couldn’t think, much less form words, with his hands on her, with his body pressed against her.
    His hands continued to roam—kneading, caressing, teasing. If he hadn’t been supporting her weight entirely, she would simply have collapsed into a puddle at his feet.
    “Carter, I feel like I all I ever do is beg you to hurry… but dammit, hurry!” she said.
    Josie felt him grin