Free Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love) by Elle Keating Page B

situation. He could have had her every way possible last night and no one would have been the wiser. “I think I got this. Thank you, though.”
    Famous last words.
    Erin was in his shower for only a few seconds when she thought she saw the multiple shower heads rotating, proving that her equilibrium was off. Erin reached for the railing, but missed and went down, hard. Chase threw open the glass door, his face panic-stricken.
    “Christ! Did you hit your head?” He stepped into the shower, clothes and all, and picked her up.
    Mortified, Erin just shook her head. She couldn’t be more exposed. Naked and recovering from a drug-induced state. “That’s it,” Chase said. “You will let me shower you. And then you will go right back to bed.”
    “Chase, this is, this is…”
    “What? Embarrassing? I have seen or touched most of your body already, Erin. I can handle it if you can.”
    Erin could smell a challenge when she heard one. She reached for the railing, successfully this time, to steady herself and then she looked at him. The water was pouring over her body and soaking him through as well. He wore that smirk that got her heated and thinking very naughty things. “I can handle it.” Surprisingly, she sounded confident, in complete contradiction to the throbbing between her thighs.
    He started with her hair. His fingers gently massaged her scalp as he worked in the shampoo and then the conditioner. Erin kept her eyes closed most of the time, but when she did have those momentary lapses of judgment and looked at him, Erin was amazed that his gaze did not wander to other areas of her body. He seemed to be in complete control, his attention focused on the task at hand. He rinsed her hair and then began lathering her body with soap, which Erin determined complimented his cologne in an extraordinary way.
    The shower sponge moved in hypnotic circles on her back, and she felt him draw closer. Chase moved her hair to one side as he washed the back of her neck. His touch was tender and soothing. His touch made her feel…safe. It was this realization that allowed other emotions in, and she let her desire for him take hold. He was just inches away…and she was losing it. He turned her around and it was then Erin noticed that he too was struggling with the challenge he had proposed. His erection was even more prominent through drenched jeans, and she felt her breath catch. Erin’s gaze lingered there, but it was disrupted by the first touch of suds and steady hands on her breasts. She looked at him and noticed that the playful smirk had been replaced with intense desire. His fingers were meticulous as he soaped up her full globes and brushed over very firm nipples. Erin allowed a soft moan to escape, which prompted his own breathing to stagger.
    With sponge in hand, he navigated south. This time her body didn’t stiffen as it had in the limo that first night. She wanted his hands to touch her there. But it had to be on her terms. Without a word, Erin took the sponge from him and soaped it up thoroughly. He watched her move the sponge in slow, circular motions over her well-trimmed mound, and into each fold. She swept the sponge across her clit and she nearly came from the sensation. Her body was so wound and ready, and she groaned with satisfaction and want.
    “Erin, you’re not playing fair.” His voice was gruff, as if in pain. He kept his hands to his sides, though his fists were clenched.
    Erin slipped one finger into her tight entrance and massaged her clit with another, and immediately felt the climax building. Breathless, she answered, “No more games.”
    That was all the invitation he needed. His hands found her waist and he kissed her against the shower wall. With her help, he tore his shirt right off his body. She unbuttoned his jeans and inched them down, exposing his throbbing length. Erin licked her lips, wanting his cock in her mouth, wanting him as needy as she was. She just hoped she could please him.