Free The Fantasy Factor by Kimberly Raye Page B

slick folds and rasped over her clitoris. Her lips parted on a gasp and her knees trembled. She reached for the shower curtain to steady herself, but no sooner had she grasped the fabric than it was tugged from her hands. The rings rattled over the shower bar as the curtain slid to the side.
    He looked as if he’d stepped straight out of her most erotic thoughts. He was naked from the waist up, his broad, powerful chest covered with a sprinkling of whiskey-colored hair. Muscles rippled as he reached for the button of his worn jeans. The fastening slid free, the zipper hissed and the material sagged on his hips for a split second before he grasped the edge of his white briefs and slid both the underwear and jeans down and stepped free.
    His penis was hard and thick, the base surrounded by a swirl of gold hair that provided a stark contrast against his tanned skin. The same hair sprinkled his hard, muscular legs.
    “Christ, you look beautiful. Très belle. ”
    “That’s French. Since when do you speak French?”
    “Since I took three years of it in high school. I didn’t sleep through all those classes, you know. But don’t tell anyone. It’ll blow my image.”
    “I thought you called me Belle as in Jezebel.”
    “You thought wrong.”
    “I…” Her voice faltered beneath the smoldering look he gave her and she swallowed. “What are you doing here?”
    “Tomorrow is a long time away.” His deep voice drew her attention and her gaze met his. Heat smoldered in the dark gold depths of his eyes and an ache went through her. “I’ve waited too long for this already. Thank God you didn’t lock your door.”
    “I never lock my door. One of the perks of living in a small town.”
    “That makes two things I like about this town.”
    “What’s the other thing?”
    “You.” He stepped in and took the shampoo bottle from her hands. But he didn’t put it aside. Instead, he touched the edge to her nipple. It felt different somehow than it had a few moments ago when she’d done the very same thing. Especially with his gaze locked with hers and his body so close all she had to do was reach out and touch him.
    “You like this, don’t you?” She nodded and he grinned, rasping the edge back and forth until she caught her lip between her teeth to keep from moaning. “I knew you weren’t half as good as you pretended to be.”
    “It’s an act,” she managed to say.
    “Thankfully,” he murmured, and then he caught her mouth with his for a hot, deep kiss.
    The sensation between her legs grew until she whimpered. She was so close to the edge. Another glide of the bottle and she would tumble over.
    “Not yet.” Strong fingers replaced the hard plastic. He touched her, slicking his thumb over her clitoris and rubbing while his finger slid deep, deep inside. “I want to feel you when you go wild, sugar.” His gaze caught and held hers. “And I want to see you.”
    He moved his fingers, plunging and stroking. The pleasure was intense, but it was nothing compared to the brightness of his gaze as he stared at her.
    Panic bolted through her and she caught his hand. “You’re not following the video,” she breathed, her chest heaving, her heart hammering. “It’s sex in the shower.”
    “We’re about to have sex. But first, I want you to come.”
    “We’re both supposed to come.”
    “Ladies first.” Despite her hold on his wrist, he moved his fingers again.
    Sensation bolted through her and a delicious orgasm gripped her body. She caught her lip, fighting back the cry that worked its way up her throat, the same way she fought back the strange fear coiling inside her. A feeling intensified by the way he stared so deeply into her eyes.
    She closed her eyes, shutting him out and effectively refocusing her thoughts on the hard muscle and warm skin pressed against her. She kissed him, tasted him, stroked him until he cried out this time. But not because of an orgasm.
    He was close. So close. But she knew he