“God damn,” he murmured, and his hands caressed her buttocks lovingly. “I thought your legs were gorgeous, but your ass is downright insane.” His fingers moved over her skin as she bared it, and when she stepped out of her panties, she let her bra drop from her shoulders, too. Then she turned and tugged her hair loose from the ponytail holder and stood in front of him in her paint-splattered glory. Rob pulled her naked body against him and ran his hands up and down her back. “So beautiful, and all mine. I am so goddamn lucky.”
She smiled and gave him another kiss, then reached between them for the buttons on his fly. “Now your turn.” His hands moved down to help her, and she batted them away. “Let me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a chuckle, and put his hands on his head in an exaggerated motion.
“That’s better,” she told him, and slowly undid the first button of his fly. He had five, altogether—no zipper since he liked to go commando—and she took great, excruciating care in unbuttoning each one, letting the anticipation build. When she finally had the last button undone, she pushed her hand into his pants and cupped his hard dick, a hint of a blush heating her cheeks. “I see all of you missed me.”
“He missed you the most of all.” Rob’s hand tangled in her hair and he tilted her head back for another kiss, this one possessive and deep, even as her hand curled around his shaft.
She loved touching him, loved the feel of his warm skin against hers, the scent of him, everything. Just being here with him, in this ugly bathroom, covered in paint, made her so incredibly happy that she could scarcely breathe. “I love you, Rob,” she told him again.
“I love you, too,” he told her between kisses. “And I promise I’m not hiding anything else from you. No other ugly secrets, just me.”
She nodded. If this was going to work, they had to trust one another. And she was leaping, so she would trust him. Only time would tell, but she had faith in him, and she was content to see where things would lead. “Pants off?”
“Hell, yes.” He gave a shake of his hips and the jeans fell to the ground, and he kicked them off. “Shall we get in the shower?”
“Sure.” She eyed the mirrored monstrosity. “I’m not sure how you keep something like that clean, though.”
“I plan on getting paint all over it,” he said with a wicked grin. “Paint, and possibly an imprint of your ass-cheeks.”
She laughed and gave her head a small shake as he stepped into the shower to turn the water on. The pipes rattled and groaned and they exchanged a look of dismay. “Um, did you want to go back to my place?” Marjorie asked. “The bed folds out of the wall but the shower works.”
“Nope,” he said, and thumped one of the mirrors with his fist. The water immediately cut on, and he turned to give her a proud grin. “Let’s get that paint out of your hair before it dries.”
He offered her his hand and she took it, and the next few minutes, they spent washing paint off of each other’s bodies, and finger-combing it out of her hair. Rob only had one tiny bottle of hotel shampoo, and they used all of it on Marjorie’s hair to get it clean. They were all business for a few minutes, and she could tell when they were done with washing, because Rob’s version of cleaning got less effective and more frisky, his hands moving all over her body.
Not that she minded this in the slightest. Her soapy hands ran over his chest, and she felt downright possessive of him. This beautiful man was hers. She’d claimed him and he’d claimed her right back. And just being able to touch him at her leisure was the most decadent sort of pleasure. She slid her hands down to his hard penis, and curled her fingers around him.
Immediately, his hips flexed and he pumped into her hand.
Fascinated, she looked up at his face. His hands were tangled in her wet hair, still getting the paint out of it, but his eyes were closed and the look on his face was strained and intense.
Oh. She wanted to see more of that. She wrapped her fist around him tighter and stroked again, and he groaned as if in pain. Oooh. “I never got to third base on you,” she pointed out in a husky voice, rubbing her fingers around the thick crown of his penis. “Don’t you think it’s my turn?”
“God, yes. I—” He yelped and then she did, too—the water had turned ice cold. Marjorie gave a small squeal of misery, and they both quickly rinsed the soap off of their bodies and turned the water off, shivering. “Gonna get that fixed ASAP on Monday,” Rob said with a shiver. “Jesus.”
Marjorie wrapped her goose bump-covered arms over her breasts. “Where’s that blanket?”
“Coming right up,” Rob told her, and tiptoed out of the bathroom, dripping water everywhere. He returned a minute later with the blanket, and carefully wrapped it around her shivering body. “Let’s towel you off.”
He rubbed the blanket all over her body, then toweled at her hair to get the excess moisture out of it. As he dried her, she took one corner of the blanket and ran it over his skin, trying to dry him off. Of course, getting to run her hands all over his skin again just made her want to continue what she’d started in the bathroom. So as he toweled at her front, she dropped to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his thighs, indicating exactly what she wanted to do to him. “Dry enough, Rob?”
“Fuck, yes.” He tossed the wet blanket into a corner of the room. “Do with me what you will. I am at your mercy.”
She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment, but curiosity and the desire to explore him outweighed any awkwardness she felt. Now that she was eye-level with things, third base seemed so much more intimate. She reached out and gripped him in her hand again, admiring the size of him against her fingers. “You’re very large.”