Page 39 of The Ghost

“When can I expect you to join me?” he insisted, tugging his shirt off.

“Soap,” I commanded, handing him a bar.

I turned the water on and then retreated to the far end of the bathroom. Since it was so small, that was literally only like three feet away.

Theo sniffed the soap, giving me a fierce grin. He lit a fire under his feet, shedding all his dirty clothing and hopping under the stream. I watched as he lathered up the bar and ran it over his marvelous pecks and his abs.

“Slower,” I demanded, venturing closer.

I could see him completely through the glass door. It was like watching a peep show and knowing that I could engage at any minute. I started to feel all warm and tingly underneath and hugged myself as I gazed at his naked form.

He looked up in surprise, shocked to find that women can be as nasty as men. Taking his time, he slid soapy hands up and down his sides. My eyes were riveted to his muscles, imagining the pleasure I would gain from replacing his hands with mine.

He turned around, giving me a full-on view of his rear end. He rubbed each buttock with patient strokes, washing the soap away in the shower. Moving on to his legs, he bent over, pretending like he was the headliner in some strip club.

I clapped and whistled, encouraging him to play it up. He turned around, giving me an exaggerated wink. I loved him in that moment. In the space of five minutes, we’d gone from being at each other’s throats to a strip tease in the shower.

He shimmied his shoulders, turning back around to give me a full frontal view of his body. Sliding soapy hands down his midsection, he reached for his crotch. That was when my feet came unglued.

I tugged my shirt off, not caring about the numbness in my shoulder anymore. Attacking my waistband with urgency, I pulled my pants down and kicked them away. I decided I also needed a shower. I’d been on the operating table, after all. I needed to clean off all the sterilizer they’d spread across my skin.

Pulling the shower door open, I joined him inside.

There was barely room for both of us. The stall was designed for one soldier to get themselves clean, not for two people to have sex. But that hadn’t stopped us before. I grabbed the soap from his hands, worked up a lather, and got to work.

“Turn around,” I murmured, feeling the brutal sting of the hot water against my chest.

He obeyed my command, putting his back to me and his palms against the wall. I took my time, drawing the soap up and down his form. From his tapered waist to his massive shoulders, I streaked suds across his spine.

I could feel the relaxation creeping into his body. Imagining myself washing away all of the heartache he had just suffered, I put my hands on him. One swipe took away memories of Regg. Another swipe wiped Ryan clean off the map. The third swipe was for George Oliver, who had lied to us and kept us in the dark for so long.

Sensing that I was getting somewhere, I leaned close, my breasts pressed against his back, my nipples sliding deliciously in the soapy water. His ass fit my hips neatly, giving me a warm bellyful of muscle.

I reached around him, allowing my fingers to linger. With the bar of soap clutched tightly in one hand, I circled lower and lower until I finally had my hand on the prize. Theo put his head back against my shoulder. I could feel the pressure but not the heat.

I set the soap back in its dish, grabbing his dick in my fist. It was stiff and slick from the shower, perfectly primed for action. Gliding my hand from the base to the tip, I imagined how it would feel sliding in. I loved him so much, and I needed to prove that we were meant to be together.

He turned around, an expert move considering the close confines we were in. His joint slipped from my fingers, leaving me momentarily unmoored. But Theo solved that by kissing me.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, easing me back against the wall. Blocking the water with his body, I could nevertheless feel streams of it raining down off his shoulders. I wanted him so badly. It felt like it was never enough.

The weight of the conflict with New Dawn disappeared, leaving nothing in its wake but the steam that surrounded us.

I closed my eyes, leaning into the sensation. He smelled clean at last, all remnants of his fight washed away. The pressure against my scalp was just insistent enough to get me off, stern but not possessive.

I opened my lips to his tongue, marveling at the way the water threaded its way between us. He cupped my breast, flicking his thumb across the nipple so gently I thought I might melt. He didn’t linger but glided his hand down the front of my body until it came to rest on my crotch.

This was possessive.

He palmed my womanhood as if his hand had been molded for the purpose. I wanted to shout at him to breach the perimeter, but he stole my breath with a kiss. For a moment, he just held me, as if he had all that he wanted in the world. Then finally, he bent his middle finger and teased his way inside.

I groaned, my body on fire and frozen to the spot at the same time. This was the sweetest torture I had ever experienced. Nothing Ryan had ever done had come close. I wrapped my arms around Theo’s shoulders and held him tightly, encouraging him to continue.

He circled my clit with his thumb, pressing three fingers inside me all at once. I became needy, not satisfied with anything other than the one part of his anatomy that was meant for the job. He took pity on me, reading between the lines.

Pulling his hand free, he reached around to grab my ass. Gathering me to him, he hiked me up to hip level and pressed me back against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, doing everything I could to stabilize us.

The position gave him the perfect opening. We didn’t even have to use our hands. He tilted his pelvis just so, and the warm water guided him home.