“You’re staring at my ass, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t know why you would assume that.” She was only slightly perturbed he’d known what she was doing.
“I can tell by the sound of your voice that I’m right.”
“You don’t always have to be right, you know. Or get the last word in.”
“Meagan?”
“Yes?”
“Get your ass in here.”
She mumbled halfheartedly for a few seconds about how bossy he was, but as soon as she stepped into the shower, he stopped her with a kiss. His lips were urgent, like he hadn’t gotten enough of her in the kitchen. She was only vaguely aware of the hot water washing over her. Luke had moved into her mind, leaving little room for anything else.
“You look so damn hot covered in water.” His gaze traveled up and down her body. “I may keep you in the shower indefinitely.”
“That would be hell on your camera and equipment.”
His lips were back on her, and she tipped her head to give him greater access as he nibbled his way down. “Who needs cameras when I’ve got you naked and wet in my arms?”
“Know what’s even better?”
“Nothing.”
She laughed. “Me naked and wet and bathing you.”
“That might do me in,” he said, but in all fairness, he looked pretty damn hot himself.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
She took a clean cloth and worked the hotel body wash into a rich lather. Starting at his neck, she took her time, squeezing the soapy water over his shoulders and scrubbing. Surprisingly enough, he remained still, letting her explore his body while she washed it.
“Turn around,” she said.
She loved his back. It was all strength and muscles, and she couldn’t help but taste him. She licked him right between the shoulder blades and delighted in the groan he gave in return.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned when she went a step further and lightly scratched him with her nails. She catalogued all his responses, wanting to commit to memory everything he liked. Before when they were together, she was so caught up in him and experiencing submission for the first time, she hadn’t paid close attention to his body.
Now, she suddenly realized, she could. Especially with her experience as a Top. Until the impromptu shower with Luke, she’d never thought about using the Domme side of her to enhance her service as a submissive. Funny, she thought, since she’d always been quick to tell others how being a submissive helped one to Top.
She didn’t know she’d laughed out loud until Luke turned around and she realized she’d stopped washing him.
“Is my backside humorous?” he asked. He tried to look behind him. “I mean, I always thought it was rather average-looking, but now I’m worried. Especially if the sight of it makes you laugh right when you were in the middle of doing something else.”“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t laughing at your backside.”
He took a step toward her and pressed her against the tile shower wall. “Thank goodness. What was so funny, then?”
She ran her hands down his chest, delighting in the way he sucked in his breath. “It’s not overly humorous. Just something I found interesting.”
He nibbled on her ear. “Tell me, before we run out of hot water.”
“I’ve already washed you. If we run out of water, you’ll be fine. I’ll be the one who’s still sticky.”
“Point taken. I’ll wash you while you talk.” He didn’t wait, but lathered up body wash and started on her shoulders.
“You know, it’s really hard to remember what I was thinking about with you doing that.”
He brushed her nipple. “Too bad. Talk.”
Trying to concentrate on what she’d been thinking about before Luke got his hands all over her body, she took a deep breath. “You know how they always say it’s good for a Dominant to have experience as a sub?”
“Yes.”
“Out of curiosity, have you ever been a submissive?”
“Yes.” He nodded, but seemed entirely fixated on his task of washing her. “Early in my training, I spent some time with a Domme.”
Interesting. Maybe she’d ask more detailed questions about that later. “Do you think it helped you to be a better Dominant?”
“Yes, certainly.”
“I feel the same. In fact, I’ve often told Dominants that they should be in a few scenes as a submissive.”
He worked the body wash across her back, and she paused for a long moment, simply taking pleasure in the surroundings and what was happening. The steam. The hot water. Luke. It was a perfect moment, and she wished she could stop time to make it last longer.
“Is that what you were thinking about that made you laugh?” he asked. He’d moved on to her hair, and she closed her eyes as he massaged her scalp.
“That feels so good,” she said in a half murmur.
“That’s what I’m aiming for.”
He took his time washing her hair. She guessed because she’d mentioned how much she enjoyed it. His fingers worked magic against her scalp, and she actually groaned a few times. Who knew hair washing could feel so good?
“You’re incredible. I should pay you to come wash my hair every day.”
“Having you naked in the shower is payment enough.”
“You’re too easily pleased,” she teased.
“Trust me, I’m not. I just have a weak spot for you.” He gave her scalp once last hard massage. “Okay. Time to rinse.”