Free Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) by Jade Allen

while my hand slipped down between
her legs. She was already wet, the heat of her coating my fingers, slick like
silk, and I grinned, pulling back from the kiss. “What do you want to bet we
end up wasting all the hot water?” Sophie snorted, giving my cock a lingering
stroke before disentangling one of her arms to check the water flowing through
the shower head.
    “I’m betting nothing on it, because I’m going to
at least get clean first,” she told me tartly. I snickered and watched her step
under the torrent of water, tugging the hair ties out of her hair and tossing
them blindly into a caddy on the showerhead. In an instant, she was drenched,
and I couldn’t resist the temptation to step up behind her, to let my hands
slide over her slick body and touch her everywhere. Sophie turned around in my
arms to face me and I kissed her, pressing my body against hers so she could
feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her.
    She broke away from my lips after a few moments
and looked up at me through her eyelashes. “The sooner I get clean, the sooner
we can get to the main event,” she murmured, raising an eyebrow. “Want to help
out with that?”
    I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and held it up to
confirm that it was what Sophie wanted me to use. She nodded and I got to work,
lathering up her hair and then scrubbing her down, making sure to soap up every
inch of her body--especially her tits--while she worked conditioner through her
hair. “Fuck,” I said, shaking my head as I watched her rinse off, the water
gliding over her body, glittering in the soft yellow light of the bathroom. It
was all I could do not to pin her to the wall and take her right then and
there.
    “You’re more patient than I would have thought
you’d be,” Sophie said, grinning at me as she stepped out from under the shower
head.
    “Are you done?” I could hear the heaviness of my
own voice; my cock was throbbing, aching from how turned on I was. Sophie
giggled, reaching out and wrapping her hand around my cock even as she looked
up at me through her wet hair and eyelashes.
    “I am,” she admitted. I groaned as she stroked me,
but I made myself push her hand away. I wasn’t interested in her getting me off
with a quick handy--I wanted the real deal. I wrapped my arms around her waist
and lifted her up carefully; we were both--obviously--incredibly slippery from
the shower, but I didn’t even want to wait long enough to dry off. I carried
her carefully into the bedroom and spilled her onto the bed without giving her
a chance to get dry, and immediately slithered on top of her. I kissed her
again and again, rocking my hips against hers, slipping down between her legs.
“What were you saying about patience?” Sophie laughed breathlessly as I guided
myself up against her soaking wet folds.
    “I take it back,” she replied, pushing her hips
down against mine, rubbing the slick, wet heat of her pussy against me.
    “Good. Good,” I said. I dipped down to her throat
and licked at the shower water still there on her skin; I nibbled at the spot
just below her ear and Sophie moaned out, twisting underneath me. I slid into
her as slowly as I could, holding back as much as possible--I was too fucking
hungry for the feeling of her wrapped around me to hold back that much--and
started to move almost immediately. I kissed Sophie over and over again,
swallowing down her moans, pushing deeper and deeper inside her body.
“God--fuck, Sophie...you feel way, way too good,” I told her.
    “Better--better every time,” Sophie agreed,
half-moaning as she moved with me. We fell into a rhythm together, and our
hands slipped and stuttered on each other’s bodies, touching everywhere. I
kissed Sophie’s lips, her throat, down to her tits. I teased her nipples with
my mouth, worshipping her with my lips and tongue, looking up into her eyes as
I thrust deeper inside of her, rubbing along her tight, hot inner walls.
    I lost myself in the moment, pounding into