Chapter 213
**Sara**
We finished our coffee in comfortable silence, stealing glances and trading soft touches. Tom had this way of making even mundane moments feel intimate like we were sharing some private joke with the universe.
He took my empty mug and set both cups on the nightstand with a deliberate slowness that made my skin tingle. "Come here," he said.
I let him pull me closer, his hand tangling in my hair as his lips found mine. The kiss tasted like his ridiculously expensive coffee and something uniquely Tom. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I opened for him, melting into his embrace.
"Mmm." He pulled back just enough to speak against my lips. "I need a shower."
"Is that your subtle way of telling me I smell?"
"Nothing subtle about it." He dodged my half-hearted swat, catching my wrist and kissing my palm. "Care to join me? Save water, save the planet, and all that."
"Oh, so now you're an environmentalist?"
"Very concerned about conservation." His hand slipped under his shirt that I wore, trailing up my side. "Especially when it involves you. Naked. Wet."
"Such a noble cause." I bit my lip, pretending to consider. "Well, I suppose if it's for the planet..."
"That's my girl." He stood, pulling me up with him. "I should warn you - my shower conservation methods can get quite thorough."
"Promise?"
His eyes darkened. "Get that sexy ass in the bathroom and find out."
"Yes, Professor." I stretched deliberately, watching his eyes track the movement. "Lead the way."
"Ladies first." Tom held the shower door open with an exaggerated bow.
"Such a gentleman." I stepped in, immediately regretting it as cold water hit my skin. "Jesus Christ!"
Tom laughed behind me. "Should've waited for it to warm up."
"You could have warned me!" I pressed against the far wall, dodging the icy spray.
"And miss that little squeak you made?" His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest. "Never."
The water slowly warmed, steam beginning to fill the ridiculous glass enclosure.
"Better?" His lips brushed my shoulder.
"Getting there." I tilted my head back as hot water cascaded over us. "But I'm still mad at you for the cold water ambush."
"Let me make it up to you." His hands slid up my sides, leaving trails of heat that had nothing to do with the water temperature.
I turned in his arms, watching droplets catch in his eyelashes. "You know, for someone concerned about water conservation, you're not being very efficient."
"I'm establishing baseline parameters." He reached past me for his stupidly expensive shampoo. "Very scientific process."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?"
Instead of answering, he worked the shampoo into my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp in slow circles. I melted into his touch, almost purring.
"See?" His voice rumbled against my ear. "Science."
"Mmhmm." I could barely form words under his ministrations. "What's the hypothesis?"
"That you'll stop sassing me if I- shit!" He slipped on the wet floor, arms windmilling comically before catching himself on the wall.
I couldn't help it - I burst out laughing.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" He grabbed for me, but I ducked under his arm.
"Very." I dodged another grab, nearly slipping myself. "So much for your smooth moves."
"Just wait until I catch you."
"Big talk from someone who can't even stand up straight." I backed away, grinning. "Maybe we should get you one of those old people shower mats. With the little duckies on it?"
His eyes narrowed. "You're going to pay for that."
"Have to catch me first." I stuck out my tongue. "Old man."
He lunged forward, but I was ready. What I wasn't ready for was the showerhead, choosing the exact moment to spray directly on my face.
I spluttered, momentarily blinded, and felt Tom's triumphant hands close around my waist.
"Got you." His voice was smug as he pulled me against him.
"That's cheating." I wiped the water from my eyes. "The shower helped you."
"I prefer to think of it as utilizing available resources." His hands slid lower. "Now, about that payment..."
The shower head chose that moment to blast us both with suddenly cold water.
We yelped in unison, scrambling to adjust the temperature and managing to knock over half his shower products in the process.
"So much for smooth." I laughed as he fumbled with the controls. "Maybe we should stick to baths?"
"Maybe you should stop distracting me." He finally got the water temperature right again. "This is supposed to be about conservation, remember?"
"Right, conservation." I pressed closer, feeling his sharp intake of breath. "How's that working out?"
His response was lost as his lips found mine, and we forgot all about water conservation for a while.
I melted into his kiss, my hands sliding over his wet skin, feeling every taut muscle under my fingertips.
The steam curled around us, making everything feel dreamy and surreal. His tongue traced patterns against mine that made my toes curl against the shower floor, and I moaned softly into his mouth.
"Still mad about the cold water?" His voice was rough as his lips traced down my neck.
"Furious." I gasped as his teeth grazed my pulse point, igniting a fire within me. "Absolutely outraged."
"Mmm." His hands cupped my ass, lifting me slightly until I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance. "Let me make it up to you."
"You keep saying that." I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed me against the cold tile wall, the contrast of his hot body against the chill sending shivers through me. "But all I'm getting is- oh!"
His fingers slid between us, unerringly finding my clit and making me gasp. "You were saying?"
"Shut up and kiss me," I demanded, pulling him back to my mouth.
He obliged, his mouth hot against mine as water cascaded over us, drenching us both. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.
His groan vibrated through my chest. "Careful." He nipped my bottom lip. "Or this'll be over before it starts."
"Can't handle a little hair-pulling, Professor?" I teased, rolling my hips against his cock, loving the way his breath hitched in response.
His eyes darkened at the title. "Keep that up, and we won't make it out of this shower."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" I mocked, grinding harder against him. "Because it sounds more like a promise."
"Brat." He shifted his grip, making me squeak. "You'll slip and crack your head open if you keep squirming."
"Your dirty talk needs work," I shot back with a grin.
He laughed against my neck. "Safety first."
"How romantic." I gasped as his fingers slid inside my pussy, rough and insistent. Without warning, he added another, then another finger, stretching and filling me. The sensation was intense and overwhelming. "Oh god, do that again."
"This?" He repeated the motion, his fingers curling and pressing against the most sensitive spots inside me. I could barely breathe as pleasure coursed through me.
"Yes, that, don't stop."
"So demanding." But his fingers kept moving, building a rhythm that had me clutching his broad shoulders for support. Each stroke was rougher, each curl more precise, pushing me toward the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me teetering on the brink.
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