Rosie dug her fingers into her scalp as she spread the shampoo through her hair. The showerheads surrounding her pounded her skin in an erotic caress-reminding her of just what she’d abandoned.
The last weeks had opened her eyes about her own sensuality, her own needs. She’d never be able to settle for the type of lover she’d had before. But would she find another lover who could bring her such satisfaction, such body-wracking orgasms, as Sam Watson?
She’d have to. She leaned her forehead against the cool tile. Even if she discovered that bitch Lee-Anne was lying about the threesome-but why would the woman lie about something like that? What would she gain?-she couldn’t ignore that Sam had kept secrets from her.
A trickle of soap slid down her forehead and stung her eyes. Scrunching her eyes shut, she held her face up to one of the showerheads.
As she did, a hand clamped around her mouth and a large hard body pressed against her back, a warm steel rod sliding over the crack of her ass.
“Ssssh, don’t be frightened, Rosebud. It’s just me.”
Once he dropped his hand from her mouth, she twisted, attempting to ignore his erection jutting into her ass but was unable to break his hold on her.
Arrogante desgraciado! “Let me go.”
“Well, see, if I let you go, I’m willin’ to bet you’d knee me in the crotch, and then I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to you now, would