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Jake
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I couldn’t help but smile as the hot water sluiced down my chest. She was so damn stubborn. I knew she was purposely trying to push my buttons. My mistake was letting her push those buttons. Not anymore. I was giving as good as I got. She wanted to be the queen. I got that. Being nice the first week had gotten me nowhere. Now, she was just going to have to deal with my asshole side. I wasn’t going to go out of my way to be a jerk, but I was certainly not going to roll over and play dead while she ran over the top of me.
People looked at me and assumed I was this tough guy. I wasn’t. I was a damn softie. My parents had raised me to respect women and treat them with kindness. I was taught to treat everyone with kindness. I was the proverbial nice guy, and it was starting to kick my ass. Amanda had taken advantage of my willingness to compromise and bend. She’d used me, and it bit me in the ass. Even with the divorce, she’d taken advantage of my unwillingness to be involved in a long, drawn-out fight.
I hated confrontation. I preferred to live and let live. I didn’t like making other people uncomfortable or sad. If I could do something to prevent everyone else from being upset, I tried to do it. This is what it got me. I got caught outside in a storm because the woman I was trying to be nice to took advantage of my kindness. No more. I was putting my foot down. I had no more fucks to give when it came to trying to please her. The other night I had wondered why she was single. She was the total package. She was beautiful and smart and could be funny. But she was also demanding. This snarky side of her would drive away a saint.
I could hear her moving around the bathroom. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to ruin my shower by being obnoxious. She brushed her teeth and was knocking over shit on the counter. Did she plan on waiting around until I got out? Maybe she was hoping for another peep show. I had no problem with her looking at me. I liked that it was about the only way I could disarm her. She was cool as a cucumber all the time, but when I was naked, she got flustered. It was my secret weapon and I planned on using it whenever I could.
I was rinsing my hair when she flushed the toilet. “Fuck,” I hissed and jumped out of the stream of water that had turned to straight hot.
She was probably laughing right now. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of saying anything more. I suffered through the hot water until it returned to the temperature I had it set at. To piss her off just a little further, I had the hot water up a little higher than my normal shower. My goal was to drain the hot water tank. When she got her sweet little ass in, she was going to get a first-hand feel of what it was like to take a cold shower. She had the benefit of putting on dry clothes afterward.
The curtain was ripped back. “What the hell?”
She was standing next to the shower completely nude. Damn if my body didn’t react to seeing her naked. “What are you doing?” I frowned.
“You’re determined to use all the hot water, aren’t you?” she asked.
“I’m taking a shower,” I said. “I’ve been in here a few minutes.”
“The steam is rolling out,” she said.
“Go away, Gabby,” I said and turned to give her my back.
“Don’t act shy now,” she said and stepped into the shower behind me. “You’ve seen me naked. I’ve seen you naked. It’s nothing new. I’m not about to take a cold shower. If you insist on using the hot water, you’re going to have to share.”
She actually pushed me out of the way and hogged the water stream. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m taking a shower,” she said. “Just like I told you I was going to do.”
“I’m in the fucking shower, Gabby,” I growled. “You cannot possibly decide this belongs to you as well.”
“I called dibs.”
“I got in first!” I snapped. “Isn’t that your whole premise for your argument that the cottage belongs to you? You got to the island first, therefore it’s yours. I got to the shower first, therefore it’s mine.”
I had to keep my back to her. Damn my body for reacting to a naked woman in the shower. How could I possibly be turned on when she was pissing me off? I turned just enough to grab her arm and pulled her out of the way.
“Hey!” she protested.
“I’ve got soap in my hair,” I said. I leaned back and tried to wash the soap from my hair. I could feel her looking at me which was doing nothing to calm the erection budding to life. I tilted my head forward and looked right into her eyes.
“Done?” she asked.
“No, I’m in the shower and I’ll take my time.”
She reached for the bottle of liquid body soap she’d left in the shower. I watched as she squirted some onto her loofah before she started lathering it up over her body. She was teasing me. I couldn’t look away as she rubbed the loofah down one arm, then the other. She ran it over her stomach and between her breasts. This was better than a wet dream. I had no doubt in my mind she was doing it all on purpose. I wasn’t even trying to hide the erection anymore.
“I need to rinse,” she said calmly.
I nodded with my gaze focused on the bubbles covering her skin. I moved to the side a few inches to let her get under the water. Her soap-slicked body brushed by mine. I got a whiff of strawberries. Her scented bodywash was teasing me. Her back was to me with her face turned up to the spray. I watched her run her hands over her body once again as the bubbles slid down her body and pooled at our feet.
She reached a hand up. “Can you hand me my shampoo please?” she asked.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” she turned to look at me.
“Get it yourself,” I said.
“Rude,” she snapped and reached for the bottle.
I watched her grab it and squirt a puddle in her hand. Without asking, she shoved the bottle back at me. “Can you at least put it back on the shelf? You’re kind of in the way.”
I took the bottle and put it back on the shelf. Watching her wash her hair was one of the most erotic moments of my life. She scrubbed her scalp with her fingertips before turning around and facing me. Her eyes were closed as she rinsed her hair. There was a lump in my throat as I watched her with her back slightly arched and her breasts thrusting upward. I watched a droplet of water run down her shoulder and between her breasts. The urge to lick that droplet away was powerful.
She reached out her hand again. “Conditioner, please,” she said without opening her eyes.
“No.”
She stood up straight. Her body was directly under the water. The spray ran down her face, causing her to wipe her hand over her face to clear the water. “Just hand it to me please.”
“No,” I said defiantly.
“You are such a childish asshole,” she hissed and leaned forward to grab the bottle to my left. Her breasts brushed over my arm. If she was purposely trying to tempt me, it was working. She slipped and because I wasn’t a total dick, I reached out and grabbed her to keep her from going down. The shower wasn’t all that big. If she went down, she was taking me with her.
“Thanks,” she murmured, and looked up at me.
I wasn’t going to keep playing this game. If she wanted to play with fire, she was going to get burned. I grabbed her upper arms and jerked her against me. I let her feel my erection pressed against her stomach. Her lips parted. I took the chance and kissed her. If she didn’t want me, she’d push me away. She could slap me or get out of the damn shower.
She didn’t do that. I felt and heard her put the bottle of conditioner back on the shelf. A moment later, her hands were sliding into my hair, and she was kissing me back. Her soft body pushed against mine. I dropped one arm around her waist and held her close.
Her soft moans echoed around us. The woman was practically climbing me. I had to reach out and brace myself before she took us both down. She was attacking me. Her nails scored over my skin as her breasts smashed against my chest.
“Slow down,” I murmured.
“No. I need this. Right now.”
As usual, she was bossing me around. This time, I didn’t mind so much. I grabbed her chin and held her steady while I thoroughly invaded her mouth with my tongue. I kissed her until she was clawing at me and begging for more. I had her right where I wanted her. Hell, I had her right where she wanted to be. As much as I would have liked to take her right there in the shower, it was far too dangerous. We were already slipping and sliding.
“We need to get out,” I said, even as she was kissing and sucking on my neck. She was hanging off me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and one leg hooked around my thigh.
“No,” she said and rubbed her crotch against me. “I want this. Don’t try and tell me you don’t. I know you want me. I can feel it.”
“Babe, I want you, but we’re going to kill ourselves if we try any acrobats on this slick floor,” I told her.
She groaned and kissed me again. “But it feels so good in here.”
“I’ll make you feel good,” I promised. “Come on. Out.”
She wasn’t letting go of me. I did the only thing I could do; I hiked her up and carefully stepped out of the shower with her attached to my body. I gingerly stepped to avoid slipping. I managed to dry my feet on the rug before she sprang into wildcat mode again.
Her mouth covered mine and once again, she was grinding her hips against me. I walked a few steps and pushed her against the wall in the hallway. It only took a few seconds to find her entrance. I probed once with my finger to make sure she was as ready as I believed her to be. Then I was pushing inside her. She cried out and slammed her head back with one arm reaching up and the other firmly wrapped around my neck.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I jerked my hips and thrust inside her. Her breasts bounced, begging to be kissed. I bent forward and buried my mouth in her breasts. I thrust as I sucked at her nipples. Her nails scraped down my back once again. I flinched with pain that quickly turned to pure pleasure. The woman was losing her mind. I loved it. I loved that I could drive her mad. I continued to pound into her.
“Don’t stop!” she demanded.
I wasn’t about to stop. I pushed on until she was crying out pure gibberish. Once again, I felt like I was the man. I made this woman who was normally so damn bossy and stuffy, crazy with ecstasy. Her body collapsed forward with her head resting on my shoulder.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Mmm, almost,” she said and lifted her face to look me in the eyes. “Better, but not good. I’m not done.”
“I know,” I said, and carried her into the bedroom. “Me either.”
