Warm, soapy steam from the shower drifted down the hall, reminding me that the most incredible woman was naked and wet in my shower. I walked down the hallway and pushed open the slightly ajar door. It took me a few moments to recover as I watched the perfect silhouette behind the shower door erotically rubbing soap over her round tits.

“I hope you’re all right with pepperoni pizza,” I called through the glass as I yanked off the jeans I’d just pulled on. I popped open the shower door.

Her long black lashes were spiked in clumps. She blinked innocently at me as if she was shocked that I would do something like this. Then she stretched her arms up to wipe water back from her hair, but, it seemed, her real motive was to invite me in. Invitation accepted.

I stepped under the spray of water, and my arm went around her waist. Her soapy, wet skin felt like silk in my hands as I ran my palms over her back and perfect, round ass. Warm water poured over our heads and backs as I leaned in to kiss her. My hard cock nudged at her flat belly.

“What I’m wondering, Woodstock,” I muttered between kisses, “is just how many times I can make you come before the pizza arrives.”

Her laugh echoed off the tiles. “Does that mean if I’m in the middle of a screaming orgasm and the doorbell rings, you’re going to leave me in the throes of ecstasy for some pizza?”

“Uh, you did hear me mention the pepperoni, right? Now, my fantasy shower mate, let’s not waste any time.”

She squealed with surprise as I spun her around. Her back was against my chest. I reached down and took hold of her wrists.

I lowered my mouth to her ear. “Now if I was a bettin’ man, which I just happen to be, I’d bet a week’s wages that I can make you come twice before I can even smell that pepperoni coming up the driveway.”

“Impossible,” she said in a taunting tone.

“Perfect. I love a challenge.” I lifted her hands up and pressed them against the tile. Warm steam filled the shower stall, and the water trickled over her flawless, ivory skin. I knelt down on the tile and pushed her feet apart. I could hear her breathing through the pounding of the water.

She gasped as I lightly bit her ass.

“Relax, darlin’.” I ran my tongue over her ass and down the crack to her pussy. I reached around and pushed her ass toward me exposing her pussy to my probing tongue. Her soft mewls echoed off the shower walls, a sound that caused my cock to throb. My fingers teased her clit as I devoured her pussy, lapping up her sweetness with my tongue.

“Oh, Jem,” she said on a delirious whisper. Her legs trembled as I moved my mouth hard against her, determined to taste every bit of her. She rocked against my mouth and my hand, assuring me that she was getting close to the edge. Her hands stuttered down the tile wall as I pulled her ass out farther, wanting to drive my tongue deeper.

I ran the finger of my free hand along the crack of her ass and impaled the tight puckered hole. She sucked in a stunned breath but then yielded to the pressure of my finger. She braced her hands against the wall and pushed harder against my mouth and finger as she squeezed her thighs shut around the hand I had on her clit.

“Jem!” she cried out as her pussy melted like hot honey around my mouth.

She trembled as I stood and wrapped my arms around her. I shut off the water and led her out of the shower, grabbing a towel as we walked out of the bathroom. She floated behind me in a daze as I led her to my bedroom. We stopped next to the bed, and I wrapped the towel around her to dry her skin.

“Stretch out on the bed, baby. I never like to lose a bet.”

She sat down and scooted back. I reached down and took the towel away. I grabbed a condom from my nightstand as she leaned back on the pillow. She was like some amazing erotic sculpture I’d created in my mind. Every line and curve of her body was pure sex.

I knelt down between her thighs. Her skin was still flushed from the orgasm in the shower. Her blue eyes were like pools of water. I pushed her legs farther apart and stared at the mound of crisp blonde hair and the folds of her pussy, still pink from my mouth and tongue. “If ever there was a body that was made for sin, it’s yours, darlin’. I don’t think my cock is ever going to be soft again knowing a fucking piece of perfection like you is walking this earth. I just have to think of you, of your voice, your fragrance, the way you taste, and I get hard. I fucking ache with wanting you.”

She reached for my hand. “Then let me ease your torment, Mr. Wolfe.” She spread her legs wider.

I leaned down between her thighs and kissed her as I eased inside of her. She lifted her hips to meet my cock as I impaled her as deep as I could go. After the shower, I was so ready, I was near the edge just entering her hot, slick pussy. I gritted my teeth to hold back. “Come again for me, baby, please.”

She smiled with a sigh. “Ah yes, the bet,” she said dreamily.

“Fuck the bet. I just want to hear you say my name when you come. It’s the best damn sound in the world.” I rocked against her, and we moved in perfect rhythm as if we were meant to be joined, cock to pussy forever. God, I sure as hell didn’t ever want to leave her.

Her fingers clutched my arms as she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. She squeezed her legs against me as I buried myself deeper and deeper. Her head pushed back against the pillow. Every thrust pushed a soft, appreciative moan from her lips. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. She released her hold on me and clutched at the sheets. “Yes, fuck, yes, Jem!”

It was all I needed to hear. My cock exploded inside of her. A low groan rolled up from throat. I held her tightly beneath me wanting to feel her hot, naked body melt into my arms.

I dropped down over her and pulled her against me as I rolled onto my side. “With minutes to spare,” I bragged.

She pressed her face against my chest. “You cheated.”

“How so?”

“By being too damn irresistible.”

Chapter 21

Tashlyn

Of course, getting involved with Jem while I was in the midst of discovering what’d happened to me sixteen years ago was reckless and probably not the best decision. My head was no longer on straight. In fact, it seemed to be floating a few inches off my body, and my feet weren’t actually touching the ground when I walked either. It was a huge mistake to allow myself to become this vulnerable right now, but it was too late. It was done. Jem Wolfe had curled himself around my heart.

I took stock in what I now knew. There were so many huge holes that I still had no clear picture. I knew I’d been with my dad on his trip. It would have made sense because he’d often taken me on long trips, especially after Greta had gone back home to Europe. That one major piece of the puzzle also explained why I’d turned up in the area. But this new revelation only added to the confusion. How the heck did I survive the accident? I’d ended up at the forest ranger station, hungry, terrified and confused, but that was all. The new, more urgent question was—who wanted me dead or gone? I was sure the answer to that would tell me everything I wanted to know. As long as I could find it out without dying first.

I hadn’t told Jem about the letter. We’d been having such a good time, and I hadn’t wanted to drop a dark cloud over it. But I would eventually tell him. I felt much less afraid knowing Jem was nearby to protect me.

I pulled on my sweater and swept my hair up in a ponytail. Everly had talked me into going to Rotten Apples. She’d made plans to meet Finn there. I knew Jem was there playing a few rounds of poker, so it made my decision to go much easier. I’d teased him about being able to pull himself away from the card table long enough to come say hello.