Judd wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand to remove tears that are building up from laughing so hard. His warm hand slides over mine and he clears his throat to compose himself.
Pulling me towards the back shower stall, he leads me in and turns the water on full blast. He steps aside, sweeping his hand in front of him.
“Get in and I’ll help wash the paint out of your hair,” he says in a deeper tone as his chest rises and falls with an intensity that tells me the thought of me in the shower is affecting him greatly.
I nervously look down at my swimsuit and he chuckles.
“Just shower with it on, unless you want to strip down.” The corner of his mouth crooks up and he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.
I do exactly as he says and keep it on. I move forward into the shower letting the soothing water cascade over my body. He takes in the sight of me in the shower, breathing harder than he was before as he steps forward to get in. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but then I go and surprise myself even more.
“Wait!” I shout out before I can stop myself.
He stops mid-step and draws his brows up in confusion. I’m sure he thinks I am about to reject him.
“What about your jeans?” I question, realizing his work clothes would be soaked when we leave; at least I have a suit on.
He lifts his eyes wide for a moment then lowers them to look at his own attire.
“Should you maybe, take them off or change . . .” I stutter around as he moves his hands down to the snap of his jeans without hesitation or apprehension.
Now I’m the one breathing heavily. I draw in a sharp breath and look down hoping he doesn’t have anything else on underneath. Wait . . . What! Good gosh! I have turned into a sex-crazed horny teenager overnight. What is wrong with me?! I quickly move that thought aside and continue to watch him.
His hands flip the snap open and then he quietly whispers, “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”
I can hear the pleading in his voice as if he is praying for me to tell him to continue.
His hand is on his zipper and I can see the waistband of boxer briefs peeking up barely out of his jeans. Well crap!!
I nod my head, letting him know it will not make me uncomfortable at all. I hear metal slide over metal as he inches his zipper down and then slowly shakes his jeans off of each leg while glancing up at me periodically. My mouth gapes open once he has his pants off and he stands there in fitted black boxer briefs.
Thank you for spilled messes that need to be cleaned up because right now. I. FREAKING. LOVE. PAINT!!
OH DEAR LORD! AS IF I wasn’t panting heavily enough, I see that he is seriously turned on. My mouth is on the floor; I know it is, but I cannot look away. Hopefully slobber isn’t running out of it.
He lets out a quiet snicker after taking in my expression and bows his head as if he is embarrassed. Moving in behind me, his chest sweeps across my back and a shiver rolls through me. Snapping my mouth shut, I turn to face him and let the warm water shower down my back.
Large drops mist down his chest creating a small stream over his body. As the water rains over his lower region and soaks his briefs, every detail hidden under the fabric is perfectly outlined. Wow! My breath catches in my throat; I am speechless.
My stomach tenses up as his warm hands slide around my waist to pull me closer.
Resting my cheek against his firm chest, I close my eyes and sigh, savoring every second of this. I’m trying my best to hide the exhilaration that his touch is creating within me, but as his hand trails from my waist to my neck, I shiver again. This reaction seems to be becoming a habit and, honestly, I really like it.
His hand moves into my hair and with gentle strokes of his fingertips, he massages through it to remove the paint.
Still pressing my face against him, I open my eyes back up to get a close-up view of his perfection. I quickly zone in on a tiny stream gliding down his chest, only centimeters from my mouth. I part my lips and barely nudge my chin forward so I can feel its wetness. The way the water glistens on his skin has my mouth yearning for a drink. Allowing my lips to softly brush against his body, I dart my tongue out for a split second to taste his skin. I feel him shudder as his hands fall from my hair.
In a matter of seconds, strong hands cup my ass and my feet leave the ground. My heart drums up into my throat as he presses me up against the wall. Full streams flow over his shoulder and create a warm pool of water where our bodies are crushed together.
His mouth attacks mine as my inner voice screams out, “Yes, yes, yes!!” While coercing my mouth open with his tongue, his hand grips the skin of my ass tighter. The other slowly slides up my rib cage coming to rest under the weight of my breast, and I’m dying for him to move it up further.
Tilting my hips forward, I feel myself throbbing from the intense feeling of his erection against me. The need inside of me builds and builds as I grind into him and feel him do the same.
What has come over me? My mind is swirling with so many thoughts and emotions, yet I don’t want to stop this. Half of me fears what he may think while the other half wants to scream out for more. However, right now how much I want him outweighs all sane and rational thoughts about whether this is a good idea or not.
A quiet whimper slips out of my mouth and he breaks contact with our lips to look directly into my eyes. My mouth stays open pulling in breath after breath as his chest rapidly rises and falls beneath my hand.
Finally, his hand inches up and slides under the fabric of my swimsuit. I bite down on my lip as chills roll through me. Barely moving his fingertips, he looks at me with a question in his eyes. I nod my head and his hand immediately slips all the way beneath the fabric of my swimsuit top.
“Ahhh!” I let out a loud moan when his hand fully cups my breast, sweeping his fingers over my nipple.
He continues to knead my right breast with soft caresses to gentle squeezes while gliding his lips down to my neck.
His moist lips follow the trail of water;
Sucking . . .
Licking . . .
Kissing . . .
Nibbling . . .
At my skin until I feel as though I may lose all sense of reality.
The fire between my legs turns into a full inferno and he is the only one that controls the flames.
As his lips dip further down, he slowly slides me higher in his grasp. My arms hold firmly to his shoulders and every single one of his muscles beneath my hands stiffen with his movements. I keep moving against him, knowing I may climax before we even get to the good stuff.
He trails kisses down to my swimsuit top and then carefully slides the fabric to the side, looking up at me for acceptance. I want to root him on . . . Go, go, go . . . but my mind no longer feels present.
His mouth closes in around my nipple and I feel myself reaching over the edge of ecstasy, climbing and climbing; going in a hundred different directions all at once. His wet touch grazes the back of my neck and fumbles around until my top slides between us. After muttering something under his breath, his mouth descends in on the other nipple.
There’s no way there’s enough oxygen in this room. I suck in a deep breath, one after another. He flicks his tongue against my tender flesh and I throw my head back, right into the wall. A light thud ringing in my ears is followed up by a dull pain in my head.
He pulls away from my chest and the sudden loss of his lips on my body has me forgetting the pain. With a small grin on his face, he gently moves his hand to the back of my head as if he is checking to see if I’m hurt. I see tenderness in his eyes for only a second before he pulls my lips to his. Slowly letting my body slide back down, I once again feel contact with the overly enthusiastic parts of his body. Oh!
His hard body grinds against me and a moan escapes his lips as his face crumples up into a painful yet blissful look. Frantically trailing a path to my ear and down to my neck with his warm tongue, his heavy breaths dance across my skin and make my body quake.
“Ohhh . . .” I breathe out and squeeze my eyes shut; my heart may rupture.
Our moving and grinding picks up pace until at last I’m climbing, climbing, climbing. Fireworks explode inside me, shooting zaps of electricity through my core and back to my center. I inhale and exhale deeply as Judd groans loudly and throws his head back, thrusting forward one final time. His head falls forward and nuzzles into the spot between my neck and jaw, tickling me with his heavy breaths.
After my breathing has returned to somewhat normal and I have climbed back down from the most intense experience I have ever had, I run my fingers through his wet hair. Holy Freaking WOW! What on earth would other things be like if this was that mind blowing?
He pulls his head back, still breathing hard, and looks at me. No words are spoken; we just smile.
His fingertips move behind my ear into my hairline and he kisses me slowly. As soon as he pulls away, his eyes shift down to my bare chest. I instinctively look to see what he sees. My bikini managed to hang on for the ride, still fastened at my back. However, the small triangles of fabric are wedged between his chest and mine now, giving him full access to look. And oh, he does! My eyes widen when I feel a slight twitch down low on his body.
His eyes swing back to mine and he searches my face. For what I’m not sure, maybe wondering if I regret this, but I remain quiet and dine on this amazing moment that truly took my breath away . . . !
AFTER A FEW MINUTES, JUDD shifts his body with me still locked in his embrace. I’m sure his arms are about ready to give out from holding me up for so long. Bowing my back, I feel a slight ache from being braced against the wall. He lowers me gradually towards the ground, now using both hands to hold my weight.
“Can you stand ok?” he whispers.
I smile and nod my head. Just to be sure, I push my toes down to barely touch the slick shower floor. Hell, I’m not even sure my legs work anymore. They could have exploded and been swept down the drain. Honestly, I would not have even noticed with the overpowering pleasure that was surging through my veins.
He lowers me down the rest of the way, moving his hands from my ass to my waist to support me. His touch is so soft and gentle, yet I can feel the wrinkles in his skin from us being under the water for so long. I grab my top and pull it up to cover myself with my forearm held across my chest.
“I wasn’t trying to sound cocky like I just rocked your world or anything.” He chuckles with a half grin and then adds, “I only asked because I nearly fell to my knees there at the end.” His voice trails off and I think I see embarrassment cross over his expression.
Laughing, I put my free hand on his chest just because I know I can, plus I desperately want to continue touching him in any way.
“Well, just to be clear, you did rock my world and honestly, until my feet hit the floor, I wasn’t sure if I would ever walk again.”
His bit of embarrassment fades away into a bright beautiful smile that lights up his entire face as he leans in to claim my mouth once again.
Later, as I adjust my swimsuit top back across my chest, Judd tiptoes over to the next shower stall leaving his pants behind. I’m not sure what he’s doing.
Less than a minute later, he rounds the corner. As he trails back into our stall, I pause in tying my suit around my neck to take in the fact that he is now wearing swimming trunks. What?! He chuckles at my reaction and shrugs his shoulders. I look at him puzzled and point to his attire.
A mischievous smile takes over his face.
“What? Did you expect for me to pause in the middle of all that and say,” he raises his voice an octave for added effect, “Excuse me a moment while I go slip into my swim gear.” He dips his chin forward and laughs a bit harder before continuing, “No way . . . I was not going to chance you changing your mind and high-tailing it out of the shower.”
I cock my head to the side and paint on my best stern look.
“So you planned this?” I say, but cannot hold my seriousness when I see his playful smile change to concern.
Once he realizes I’m joking, he steps forward and slides between me and the wall. He softly wisps his fingertips across the skin of my shoulder and up to the base of my neck where I hold the strings to my suit. Taking them from my grasp, he quickly ties them together and rests his hands on my shoulders.
“If it was up to me, we would just keep this off. And no, I definitely did not plan that.” I turn my head to look over my shoulder at his face as he adds with a wink, “but I really like how it all worked out. Best work day ever.”
He chuckles with a sexy grin as my face heats up. Geez, I can’t believe that happened but I couldn’t agree more.
As he slides his hands from my shoulders down to the curves of my waist, a whole new onslaught of goose bumps surface on my skin. He wraps his arms around my stomach and gently pulls my back against his chest into a hug. His cheek is pressed against mine and I have to close my eyes to remind myself that this is real. How on earth did this happen?
We stand in a tight embrace for longer than we should before the peaceful silence is broken.
“You wanna go down to the lake and swim? I think all the guys are headed down that way when they finish up. We could join them,” he suggests.
A tinge of nerves takes hold at the thought of hanging with all the guys.
His arms tighten around me as he whispers right against my ear, “Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me where we are. I’d just like to spend my afternoon with you.”
With those words, all of my worries fly right out of the window. My eyes close as my hands move to rest on top of his.
We reluctantly break apart and decide to clean up our mess.
Coming out of the shower house we both stop mid-step when we see Evan sitting beside the door. He instantly cranes his neck to look up at us with the widest grin I think I have ever seen on a person. Oh NO!
Judd reaches back behind himself where I’m standing and intertwines his hand with mine. Just this small gesture causes butterflies to swarm in my belly. I love that even though we hardly know each other he seems to know what I’m feeling without me saying a word.
“Well,” Evan says with a goofy ass grin on his face.
Standing to face us, he looks back and forth between Judd and me, “Did you get any of your work done or did play time come early today?”
Judd glances over his shoulder at me briefly and replies in a serious tone, “I got it all done. I’ve been working my ass off all day. We both have. Go in and check it out,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone while pointing back to the building.
He doesn’t sound mad at his friend’s accusations, not even annoyed. I soon realize Judd is feeling him out to see if he actually walked in on us or overheard our cries of passion. Oh please don’t let him have walked in on us.
Evan grabs his bare stomach and laughs hard, doubling over for added dramatics. He stands back up with a shitty grin on his face and places his hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Yeah, it sounded like you were working . . . hard.” He laughs even more and Judd shakes his head while sneaking a glance in my direction.
I shrug my shoulders. Ok, he just heard us. I can live with that. I wasn’t that loud . . . or was I? Sighing from relief, I move forward to stand beside Judd.
“So you stood out here the whole time and listened in on us? Isn’t that kind of perverted?” I say, raising my eyebrows to look a little bitchy.
Judd puts his hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh and Evan places his hand over his heart to act wounded by my comment.
“Hey, I’m not into that kind of shit! I assumed someone was showering while Judd was breaking for the paint to dry. I took a seat to wait for whoever to exit when all of a sudden I hear. . . .” Evan looks back and forth between me and Judd with his eyes real wide. He throws his head back and “Ohhh, Ohhh, Ahhh, Ahhh . . .” he moans loudly, mocking sounds he very likely heard only minutes ago.
“You jackass! It wasn’t like that!”
Judd adds with a shove to his friend that nearly sends him over the edge of the dock.
I gulp down the ten shades of red that I know I must be turning and begin to join the laughter, still gripping Judd’s hand.
After a few more teasing comments from Evan, all three of us make our way up to a dilapidated shed and put away all the work materials. I carry a small crate full of painting supplies while Judd grips the ladder under one arm and a bucket of paint in the other. We pile it all into the shed, including a huge toolbox that Evan carries, and then go to The Snack Shack to meet up with the rest of the guys.
After standing on the dock outside the convenience shop for nearly twenty minutes, Evan gets fed up and runs off to find the others.
“Is everything ok?” I ask Judd as soon as Evan is out of sight.
He has been very quiet since we left the shower house and I worry that he is now regretting what happened between us.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He gives me a warm smile and tightens his grip on my hand.
Finally in the distance, I see a pack of bare-chested guys laughing, roughly shoving each other, and goofing off like typical boys. Judd squints in the distance at the group and then quickly pulls me around the side of the building.
As soon as we are perfectly concealed from all eyes, he presses me against the wall and crushes his lips to mine in a fiery kiss. He pulls away; leaving my lungs feeling oxygen deprived and levels me with a serious look.
“Ok, no . . . everything is not ok. I mean . . .” he stumbles around his words, “Am I moving too fast for you? I mean, is this too much too soon or am I scaring you off . . . at . . . all?”
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