Page 140 of The Innocent

No, he wouldn’t.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Imogene was in desperate need of a shower. After rescheduling twice, she and Elaine finally made it to yoga. I’ll be lucky if she shows up for our next meeting, let alone another yoga class. It was Imogene’s fault. When she was looking at the schedule, she’d seen an early morning class, which had been Elaine’s preference, so she booked it. Imogene had made the mistake of not reading the full description. She saw the stretch and light motion and figured it would be ideal for Elaine, who was a beginner. What she’d missed was the “heated” class part. Forty-five minutes after they’d walked in, Elaine was drenched, red as if she’d gotten horrible sunburn, and a glare that would get her sent back to prison if she acted on it.

Imogene walked through Jekyll’s front door, dropping her bag and mat near the couch. As per usual, Hank was snoring softly on the recliner.

Jekyll walked out from the kitchen and halted. His gaze traveled over her body in a slow perusal. She could only imagine how horrible she looked. The sweat hadn’t dried up, and her hair was a giant frizz ball. She matted down her strands and drew in a breath, prepared to explain the mess. But Jekyll hadn’t stopped staring.

“I’m a mess.”

The corner of his mouth curled. “Come here.”

She knitted her brows. “What?”

He stalked forward, but she side-stepped him. I know that look.

“I need a shower. I’m all sweaty.”

His eyes heated. “I don’t fucking care.”

“I do.” She rounded the table and made a beeline for his room and went straight to the bathroom. She turned on the water and pulled her ponytail out of the hair tie. When she turned around, Jekyll was standing in the doorway, pulling off his shirt.

What is he doing?

“Do you want to go first?” She pointed to the shower stall.

Jekyll dropped his chin to his chest, and his body shook. Is he laughing at me?

“We’re going together.”

Shower together? This was a first for Imogene.

“You can’t come home” —he arched his brow and gestured to her body— “wearing that and think I ain’t gonna fuck you.”

What? She glanced down at her clothes. It was a light blue matching set of a sports bra and form fitting pants. Nothing outrageously sexy, though it did show off all her curves. And, apparently, Jekyll likes it.

She peeked up, fighting against her smile. “You like my yoga outfit?”

“Yeah, but I like what’s under it better, so take it off.”

Imogene didn’t hesitate. She pulled off her sports bra and pants, watching Jekyll shuck his jeans through the steamed room. He opened the door, and she ducked under his arm. The water pelted her skin, and she stopped directly under it, soaking her hair.

“I’ve never showered with anyone.”

“Get used to it.” He growled.

Jekyll slid his hands under her arms and lifted her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles together. He dropped his mouth to the crook of her neck, sliding his lips over her damp skin. Between the hot water washing over them, the thick steam and his hands everywhere, she was more than ready to get to the main event. Foreplay was unnecessary. It seemed Jekyll was on the same page. His cock slid inside her and his graveled groan echoed in the small room. He backed her against the shower wall and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers. God, this man and his mouth. A familiar thought raced through her mind. The reality is so much better than my fantasy. His hands dropped to her ass, and he thrust his hips, sinking into her core. The water sprinkled over them as he fucked her slow.

Imogene pulled away from the kiss and took in a deep breath, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and tightening her hold. His lips spread against her neck, licking the column of her throat.

“Jek.” She moaned, and his rumbling chest vibrated against her breasts.

I’m so close. She wasn’t sure if it was the new experience, the water, or just him, but she was on the brink of an orgasm. She dug her nails into his back, as he pounded inside her. Imogene’s breath shallowed, and she gasped, moaning his name once again as she came. She held onto him while he fucked her harder and slammed into her one last time before his guttural groan echoed through the bathroom.

This position is my new favorite.

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