Chapter 22

Then, with tongue swirling around the hard buds of her breasts, he’d smooth his way back down her abdomen, urge her to spread her sweet thighs for him, then slide his fingers into the slick haven of her pussy to feel her tight walls close around him like paradise.

Deke’s gut clenched. Doing squats while his cock was hard enough to pound nails wasn’t happening. Especially when Kimber’s sighs suddenly became cries.

Fuck this. He stripped off his sweat-drenched clothes and headed for a cold shower. Ten minutes alone in the Italian-tiled box with water just shy of freezing and a healthy lather perfumed with Luc’s fussy scented soap only pissed him off more.

Growling, Deke stepped out, praying they be done in their quest for a morning orgasm by now. He hadn’t even finished toweling off the beaded moisture on his chest and abs when he heard Kimber cry out in a sound lush, sensual, tortured.

Pleading.

Well, hell. There went all the benefits of a cold shower. D