Free Four Nights to Forever by Jennifer Lohmann

in his hands as he’d kissed her and she’d probably come again.
    She bent her arms to give herself a little leverage and pushed against the wall. Doug had stepped back but not so far that she didn’t run into him as she stood up straight. “Sorry,” she said.
    “Don’t ever apologize for being close to me.” His breath tickled her ear. Strong hands grasped hold of her hips, and he backed her fully under the spray of the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then get started on dinner?”
    “Dinner won’t take a minute.” Hell, she had it all prepped.
    “I’ve got all night.”
    A washcloth slid across her back, and she started to turn to help. He kept one hand clasped on to her, gripping harder when she moved. “Let me,” he said. “Seeing my cock against your skin was incredibly hot. The least I can do is wash your back.” A finger ran up and down the backs of her legs and over her butt before dipping between her legs and teasing the sensitive skin. “And I plan to do more.” As if she needed more evidence, the washcloth ran over her breasts, the terry cloth rough on her nipples, which hardened in pleasure.
    Feeling like some other, braver woman and loving it, Cassie replied, “I intend to hold you to that promise.”
    Doug’s grip on her loosened, and she spun around in his arms so that they were chest to chest. Then she took the washcloth and stepped back for his turn. He was a glorious piece of man. Built, but with the lean muscles that came from daily activity rather than weight lifting. Sometime tonight she was going to come with him above her, his arm muscles straining to keep him balanced and the tendons of his neck visible. The very thought of it sent tingles shooting through her body.
    When she wiped the cloth down his hard stomach, his mouth opened and his breathing slowed. His erection had softened but stirred at her touch. They both noticed. A smooth, hot smile spread across his face, full of promises.
    Good. The plans evident in his face would go well with dessert.
    “Turn around and let me get your back,” she said, pushing a little at his shoulder.
    His hair had flattened about his head, making his smile seem bigger and wider. Water splashed over his head and down his face as he spun around under the spray, landing with warm spurts on her skin. She smoothed the washcloth over his back and down the mound of muscle at his butt.
    “You,” she said with a light smack, “have a very fine ass.”
    “Skier’s butt,” he said with a wink over his shoulder. He was a content, joyful person who she could be content and joyful around. She liked it. A lot.
    “Well, you’ve got a spot on your skier’s butt.” She slipped her hand over his waist, gripping tight to the ridge of his hips. With the washcloth balled up in her other hand, she scrubbed at an imaginary spot on his butt.
    “Yeah?” His back arched with pleasure. “Well, I should check you over to make sure I didn’t miss any spots on you.”
    “Me first,” she insisted, slipping the washcloth around the curve of his ass and down between his legs. Air whistled through his teeth and the muscles of his back tensed. “I like responses like that.”
    “Is that so?” Quick as a wink, he had turned around and the washcloth was in his hand and between her legs. She rested her forehead against him, relying on him to hold her up as her muscles turned to jelly.
    “What about the spot here?” He asked with a smile in his voice, his arm snaking around her as he pulled her close and passed the washcloth over her backside. “I’m sure there’s something here that needs to be cleaned.”
    Cassie pushed against him, wiggling under the pleasure of his hands. Then her stomach growled and she pushed back, clasping a hand against her belly. The intrusive sound echoed off all the hard surfaces in the bathroom.
    Doug laughed. “I guess that means it’s time to eat.”
    Part of Cassie expected to feel a little awkward once out of the