Free Persuasion Skills by Laurel Cremant Page A

body
with his own.

Chapter Nine
     
    Jaxon Grey was either too sexy for his
own good, or she had finally purchased a first class ticket to Hussy-Ville.
    Pepper stared at the hard bare chest only
a few inches from her face. She was pretty sure that any common sense she had
melted to the floor the minute he dropped his pants, but held out hope that she
hadn’t lost all brain function completely.
    She bit back a groan when he leaned
forward to tug her shirt over her head. Cool air briefly brushed her skin
before he reached around her back and unhooked her bra. His thick shaft rubbed
against the sensitive skin of her stomach, and she had to brace herself against
the wall to keep from wilting against him.
    Think, think,
think!
    Somewhere out there was at least one
feminist rooting for her, she was sure of it. If only he didn’t feel so good.
His cock twitched against her skin, and she couldn’t hold back a whimper.
    “You have the softest skin,” he
whispered. He nibbled at her shoulder as his hands worked at freeing her from
her jeans.
      He
pushed them to the shower floor and slipped his hands down to squeeze her ass
before slipping her thong down her legs.
    Lifting his head, he looked down at her
now-naked body. His nostrils flared before he bent down to lift her feet out of
her pants and toss the garment out of the shower onto the bathroom floor.
    When he bent down, the water his body had
been shielding hit her heated flesh. The warm spray was the wake-up call she
needed. Reaching down, she pressed her hands onto his shoulders.
    “You need to stop.”
    His strong hands smoothed up her outer
thighs before clutching her hips, pulling them slightly forward. His gaze
flicked up and captured hers.
    “Why?”
    His softly-spoken question blew a small
breath across her exposed mons. She hissed in a quick breath.
    Breaking contact with his smoldering
gaze, she tilted her head back against the marble tile. Stupid feminists . After a few gulps of much needed air, she finally
replied.
    “Because, despite the fact that I agreed
to stay here with you this week, this doesn’t mean I also agreed to become your
personal sex toy.”
    His hands slid around and grabbed the
cheeks of her ass. She locked her knees in an effort to keep from arching into
his hold.
    His raspy chuckle filled the damp air. “I
don’t consider you a sex toy.”
    “Yeah? So what do you call tossing me be
about and stripping me naked?” she asked, struggling against the urge to look
down.
    She doubted the sight of him kneeling in
front of her aching pussy was going to help her on the resistance front.
    The quick flex of his shoulders was the
only warning she had before he surged back up to his full height and gathered
her close.
    Her breath caught at the full contact of
his hot skin against her own.
    “I call it taking a shower with my wife,”
he said before lifting her, spinning them both around.
    The spray of the water hit her at full
force. She sputtered under the rain of the showerhead and glared up at him.
    “I don’t actually recall agreeing to
shower with you.”
    He grinned down at her, his amusement in
the situation showing clearly on his face. Arrogant
rat.
    “We’re on a romantic getaway, remember?
Any husband would expect to have sexy showers with his wife.”
    If only his eyes didn’t twinkle when he
smiled and his damn dimple didn’t wink at her, she could muster up the energy
for a truly blood-curdling scowl.
    “I think my terms were clearly stated.”
He reached around her to the shower sill.
    When he straightened, he held a large
bath sponge and a bottle of soap gel.
    “You agreed to stay here with me for a
week, to act like a real married couple, with all the petting and touching
involved with that.”
    “But…”
    She was distracted from her retort when
he began rubbing the now soapy sponge across his chest.
    Long ropes of sudsy bubbles dripped
across his hard pecs, and not for the first time did she appreciate the fact
that he