Sam swallowed a smile. If she knew everything he was thinking she might just get up and run like hell. Then again, maybe not. He sure hoped not because he’d been waiting a long time for just what was happening now and he intended to make the most of it.

“I’ve already had one shower,” he said, “but I sure could use another. How about you?”

“I believe so.” She grinned, still a little breathless.

He winked. “Shower with a friend and save water.”

Misa was stunned when he led her into the bathroom. She’d expected something similar to hers, but Sam had ripped his apart and made it into something spectacular. The vanity was a solid piece of marble with the sink carved into it. Elegant brushed steel faucets rose from the back.

At one end of the rectangle sat a tub with jets that identified it as a Jacuzzi. At the other was a shower that had Misa’s jaw dropping when Sam slid open the door. The small tiles had the look of granite and showerheads had been built into the walls and the ceiling everywhere. Sam punched in some numbers on a pad just outside the sliding door and immediately mist sprayed from all the heads, filling the enclosure like a sauna.

“After you,” he grinned, holding out his hand.

Not only did Misa feel immediately wrapped in the warm mist but it carried the faint scent of eucalyptus, both a relaxing and arousing scent.

She stared at Sam. “Did you do this yourself?”

He gave a nonchalant shrug. “My dad’s in the construction business and I used to work summers for him. He gave me a hand with this. Like it?”

“Like it? Ohmigod! It’s decadent!”

Sam stepped into the enclosure with her and turned her to face him, cradling her cheeks in his palms. The water streamed over her breasts, tempting him to close his mouth over first one nipple then the other. Misa moaned and leaned toward him, clutching his shoulders to keep her balance.

He crushed his mouth to hers, hungry again for her taste. For so many weeks and months he’d laid awake in his bed thinking about her in the house next door. Imagining her naked, showering, lying in bed. He could hardly believe that now she was actually here. And god, the reality was so much better than the fantasy. Her skin was soft beneath the mist, her breasts small but plump, her nipples hard as diamonds. And her pussy. Sweet Jesus! A man could lose himself in it forever.

Just thinking of those tight muscles clenching around him had his cock hard and swollen again. It prodded against her abdomen and she smiled beneath his kiss.

“My turn,” she told him, dropping to her knees.

Her fingers were firm as she wrapped them around his shaft and when she gave one experimental slide up and down he hardened even more and blood pounded in the ropy vein that wrapped around his cock. His balls ached and every muscle in his body tightened.

But the touch of her hand was nothing compared to the feel of her mouth. When she closed her lips around him and took him into that warm wet cavern, he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. She worked him slowly, hands and mouth setting up a rhythm. Her movements weren’t those of someone who did this a lot, a sure sign that she hadn’t had a lot of practice at it. It excited him to realize that and thrilled him that she deliberately chose to pleasure him this way.

And that in itself ramped up his desire. No, not desire. Out and out lust, to a degree he’d never felt before.

Threading his fingers through her wet hair, he maneuvered her head to give himself the best angle to drive in and out of her mouth. When she slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls and squeeze them gently every muscle in his body tightened and the familiar icy tingle raced down his spine.

“Now,” he demanded. “Take it all, Misa. Swallow every bit.”

And then he came, pumping into her mouth, the head of his cock bumping the roof of her mouth as she swallowed again and again. When she’d sucked the last drop from him he turned to lean against the shower wall, his legs weak. He drew Misa up and pulled her against him, the two of them just standing there in the scented mist.

“I could spend forever doing all these things with you,” he whispered, his mouth close to her ear. “I’m so glad you came over today. Otherwise I might still be hanging out in my house silently lusting after you.”

She sighed and pressed her wet cheek against his chest. “I’m glad I did. Really glad.”

“I guess we should get out of the shower,” he said at last, “but I hate to let go of you.”

“I should have known you’d be hot, being a fireman and all.” She looked up at him, a mischievous grin tilting her luscious lips. “Maybe when we dry off we can think of some more things to do.”

“Count on it. And not just for today, either.” He brushed his mouth against her. “So how about if we get to it, while we’re all fired up?”

She knew there was no answer to this except Yes.