Rushing Water

Hannah

As soon as Jordan closed the door to my apartment behind him, I ran for the bedroom. I took off my baggy sweatshirt and threw it in the laundry basket. Next, I grabbed my ratty old T-shirt.

Rushing into the closet, I pulled out a camisole and a tunic sweater. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, so I swapped my holey sweats for a pair of plain black leggings.

I knew that it shouldn’t matter what I was wearing, but there was a difference between being casually comfortable and looking like a slob.

I brushed my teeth and let my hair down from its sloppy bun. He had already seen me without makeup, so I didn’t bother with anything heavy. I just applied a layer of mascara and some lip balm.

By the time I reached the kitchen, he still hadn’t returned. I opened the fridge and started taking out vegetables.

I had some peppers, an onion in the pantry, and leftover steak. Parker had found some delicious cauliflower crepes that made a tasty, low-carb wrap option.

I didn’t want to waste time standing around, so I jumped right in, slicing the steak into thin strips and throwing them into the skillet to reheat.

The peppers and onions were next. I cut them into thin strips and put them in another skillet with some butter to cook down.

“Mmm. You were busy. Smells good in here. I thought you weren’t a fan of cooking?” Jordan dropped a medium-sized duffel bag next to the couch and joined me in the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator.

“Ah... here we go.” He pulled out a bag of shredded cheese, some sour cream, and a half-empty container of salsa.

“Where did you find these?” he asked as he turned over the package of cauliflower egg wraps and looked at the back.

“Parker found them at Costco. They had these amazing little sous vide egg bites there too.”

“You guys really did take the diet seriously.” He sounded surprised. He should know that I don’t do anything halfway.

“Well, obviously. It wasn’t going to matter how much I exercised if I was binging on tortillas.” I rolled my eyes. “A wise person told me I wouldn’t put cheap fuel in my car, so I shouldn’t put it in myself.”

“Hmm. I wonder who this wise person was…” He slipped in behind me as I stood at the stove and wrapped his arms around me, resting his hands on my hips just under my sweater.

His thumb rubbed against my bare hip, and every gentle stroke of his fingers made my breath catch.

His soft lips grazed the skin on my shoulder, and I closed my eyes as I leaned back into his chest. He still smelled like a sweaty man, but I liked it.

“You’re burning,” he murmured as he kissed behind my ear.

“I am.” My voice was breathy as my chest heaved.

“No, Hannah.” He chuckled. “You need to stir the onions; they’re going to stick and start burning.”

His fingers gently pried the spatula from my hand and scraped the vegetables from the edges of the pan, creating a pleasant sizzling sound that filled the air with the aroma of sautéed onions and peppers.

“Am I distracting you?” His breath was hot in my ear, and I sighed as I pressed back into his chest.

“You know you are.”

“You’d better pay attention unless you want to be eating charred wraps for dinner,” he teased in a scolding voice.

“I could pay attention if you’d stop touching me,” I shot back petulantly. The damn attractive man knew how my body responded to him.

“Mmm. But I don’t think you want me to stop touching you.”

“Then you’re going to have to deal with some burnt dinner.”

“I’ve always liked Cajun,” he mused.

“Quit, you smartass.” I wiggled against him, trying to dislodge his wandering hands, but he just pinned me to the counter with his hips. “You don’t play fair. You’re bigger than I am.”

“If you keep wiggling like that, it’s going to get big.” He chuckled into my hair. For how heavy the evening started, he was feeling pretty flirtatious.

“Oh my God, you’re such a guy.”

“I’d hope so,” he laughed as he pressed his growing hardness against me from behind.

“I thought you were all gross and sweaty,” I argued. “Aren’t we supposed to be eating so you can get cleaned up?”

“I’m looking forward to getting dirty again afterward.” Oh, he was dangerous when he turned on the charm.

“Aren’t you supposed to be tired after a workout?” I had never seen this side of him, but I liked it.

“Normally, yes. But I was a little distracted today because my normal motivation was missing,” he arched an eyebrow at me. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“I did feel like a weight was lifted during my workout today because I didn’t have this creepy guy staring at my ass the whole time,” I bit my lip, trying to fight back a smile as I looked back at him.

“Oh, you’re just asking for it now…” he pushed his face into my neck and tickled me with his facial hair. I tried to pull myself free, shrieking with laughter, but he was stronger than me.

“Stop! Stop! That tickles!” I gasped for air when he stopped and reached forward to turn off the burners on the stove.

“Let’s eat,” he sighed, pulling his face back a little. “It is past my bedtime.”

“Such an old man,” I teased.

He gripped my hips and pressed himself into me from behind. He was still hard. “That just means I know what I’m doing.”

“I sure hope so.”

One of his large hands squeezed my ass while his other arm pulled the pan off the stove. He opened a few drawers, found a set of tongs, and quickly filled the wraps.

It was nice watching him move effortlessly around my kitchen. I liked having him here.

“Eat,” he ordered as he pointed at the food.

“Such a bossy caveman,” I giggled.

“Do I need to hit you over the head and drag you back to my cave?” he rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be much fun if you knocked me out,” I smirked.

“This is true,” he laughed as he took a huge bite of his wrap.

“Slow down there,” I teased. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth with his hand. “I’m hungry.”

I nervously picked at my own wrap as he inhaled one and made another. It always amazed me how these super-fit guys could just put away the food.

When he finished the second one, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stretched his arms over his head. A sliver of his hard abdomen showed, and my mouth was watering for a reason besides the food.

“Are you tired?” he asked curiously, but my attention was drawn elsewhere.

“Huh?”

“You seem a little distracted.”

My eyes met his, and an amused smirk crossed his lips.

“It’s your fault.”

“Hmm? How’s that?” he asked.

“You’re distracting,” I accused, poking his side.

“Sorry?” He didn’t look sorry at all.

“You should be.” I narrowed my eyes at him, pretending to be annoyed.

“I should probably get that shower now,” he said, finishing his last bite and licking his fingertip.

“Uh-huh.”

“Especially now, with how dirty you’re making me feel, undressing me with your eyes.” He winked, and I shook my head at him.

“It’s your fault for being so damn attractive.”

“Hmm…” He looked over at me.

“What?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“I think you’re looking a little dirty too. Maybe you need to join me.” His hand slipped underneath the hem of my sweater, and his fingers caressed the skin of my lower back.

“What? No... I’m good.”

He stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “I’ve seen that gorgeous body of yours already, you don’t need to be nervous.”

“But…” I sputtered. He had totally turned the tables on me.

“At least come show me how to get your shower started.” He kissed the patch of skin behind my ear, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I had seen him naked... I had touched... things... but the thought of taking it further with him still made me nervous. It had been a while since I had had sex, and the blow job I had given him the week before had surprised even me.

I usually wasn't that forward, but when he had thrown me on his bed, I couldn't help myself. I needed to see what he was working with.

Now that I knew... well... I hoped that I had enough feminine wiles to keep him interested.

Jordan stood at the threshold of my bedroom, his hand braced on the frame, his biceps showcased with his snug compression shirt. His workout attire really did complement his physique well.

“Hannah…”

“I’m coming.” My voice sounded strained, and his smile widened the longer he stood there.

As I passed him, he turned and followed me closely through my bedroom and into the bathroom. His fingers lightly pressed into my back as I paused to turn the light on.

“Do you need any shampoo or soap? A washcloth?” I asked nervously.

“No... I’ve got some. I just use my hands.”

Great... now I was thinking about him rubbing soap into those amazing abs with his large hands and his long fingers.

~Is this what a hot flash feels like?~

~

“You probably wouldn’t want to use my girly-smelling stuff anyway. I don’t know what I was...”

His hand wandered under the material of my sweater again and settled on the bare skin of my back.

“Ooh,” I moaned as he pressed lightly and pulled me into his side. His lips caressed the side of my neck, and I melted into him.

“Calm down, Hannah. It’s just me.”

“That’s the problem.”

“Why’s that?” His hot breath made me shiver, and I melted even further into his touch.

“I told you that you make me nervous,” I confessed in a shaky voice.

“That’s not the feeling I was hoping to evoke in you.” He pressed a finger to my chin and tilted my head toward him, and his lips gently touched mine.

I felt lightheaded with his slow, sensual kisses breaking down my defenses. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned into his mouth.

His gym bag hit the tile floor with a soft thud, and then his large hands grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto my bathroom vanity.

My suddenly greedy hands slipped under his shirt and explored the hard planes of his abdomen and chest.

He broke away from my lips with a groan and pulled his shirt over his head with one hand at the back of his neck.

I gasped as he dove back in and sucked at the skin on the side of my neck, his coarse facial hair burning my sensitive flesh.

His hands pulled my hips forward, and he pressed directly into the cradle of my thighs, letting me feel precisely how turned on he was. “Fuck, Hannah.”

“Oh God…” I moaned as he rotated his hips against me.

He started to tug at the hem of my sweater, and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.

I leaned back as he pulled it up and shrieked as my back hit the handle of the faucet and cold water streamed out of the spout.

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I tried to escape the cold blast.

“Oh my God.” He laughed as he reached forward and turned the spray of the water off, but the damage had already been done. “I’m so sorry.”

I pushed on his chest, and he helped me down from the counter, laughing the entire time.

Damn cock-blocking faucet.

“That’s not how I was hoping to get your panties wet.” He chuckled as he looked over my shoulder.

“Oh, shut up!” I laughed as I smacked him in the stomach with the back of my hand.

“We should get in the shower now,” he said, his handsome face filled with an amused smirk.

“You’re already wet,” he said, tugging at the back of my sweater, which was stuck to my skin. “Now you have to join me.”

I ducked my head and started the shower, trying to recover from my mortification.

“I’m going to go do the dishes,” I mumbled as I stepped to the side.

“Hannah, it’s fine. I’m sorry for laughing,” he said, attempting to soothe me, but I avoided his amused gaze.

“You do... whatever it is that you need to do. There are towels under the cabinet,” I rushed out as I stepped away from him.

“Hannah...” he laughed as I ducked out the doorway and into my bedroom. “I’m sorry. I’ll be quick.”

The sound of his laughter was drowned out by the spray of the shower, but my ego was a little wounded.

I knew it wasn’t a big deal, but even when I was trying to be sexy, I managed to kill the mood by spraying cold water down my own pants.

This was why I didn’t date. I don’t even know how someone like Jordan ended up interested in me. I was a hot mess.

“Fuck.” I sighed as I put away the leftover food and tucked it into the refrigerator. If I was this nervous now, I was never going to get through actually having sex with him.

“You’re a moron, Hannah.” I frowned as I filled the sink with steaming water and put the pans in to soak. “There is a naked man in your shower, and you’re hiding.”

What the hell was I doing?

This gorgeous man wanted me. And I was hiding from him because I managed to spray some water on myself.

“I can do this.” I shook out my hands and turned off the water, abandoning the dirty dishes as I headed for my bedroom.

My shaky hands pulled my damp sweater over my head, and I peeled my camisole off, throwing them both over the edge of my laundry hamper.

It took some creative wiggling to pull down my sodden leggings, but I managed, and they joined my sweater.

I tried to psych myself up as I took off my panties and placed my hand on the bathroom doorknob. ~It’s just a naked man.~

A thin wisp of steam escaped into my bedroom as I pushed the door open. Jordan was facing away from me as I quietly closed the door and slipped inside the bathroom.

His hands were braced on either side of the showerhead, and he stood directly in the stream of hot water.

The skin on his back glistened with moisture, and my gaze followed a trail of water droplets down until they disappeared into the stream hitting his sturdy hips.

His head turned toward me as I started to slide the glass door open. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down as his eyes drifted down my naked body.

He stepped away from the wall and ran his hands over his face, pushing his hair back over his head. He didn’t say anything as he extended his hand out through the open door.

I grasped it, and he slowly drew me toward him, my soft curves molding to the front of his hard, wet body.

“Come here, beautiful,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around me, using one hand to pull the glass door closed.

My fingers traced the water on his chest, then up over his shoulders. I pushed up to my toes as his mouth lowered to mine.

Jordan held me flush against his chest as our lips and tongues meshed with each other. His large hand anchored me to him with a firm grasp on my ass, and I could feel his hardness pressed up against me.

I grasped the back of his neck and kissed him harder as his other hand slipped up my side, grasping my chest. His long fingers plucked at my breast, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

“Oh... that feels so good,” I moaned as I pulled my mouth from his, desperate for air.

He surprised me by grasping me with both hands and lifting me up, pressing me against the frigid tiles on the other side of the shower.

My hands held onto his neck as he lowered his mouth to my shoulder and kissed a trail down to my heaving breasts.

I moaned and arched my back as he licked and sucked at me, grinding his hips into mine. My wet sex slid along his length, and we both moaned as he pressed against my folds.

His fingers dug into my skin as he worked me into a frenzy with his lips and tongue.

“Ohhhhh…” I moaned as he started rotating his hips so the head of him pressed directly into my clit.

“God!” Jordan groaned as I started pushing my hips into his movements. I could feel the muscles in his arms straining to hold me up.

He leaned forward to capture my lips again, hungrily claiming my mouth as we undulated against each other, so close but not quite connected.

“Fuck.” Growling against my mouth, he released his grip on one of my hips, blindly groping behind himself for the handle of the faucet. He lowered me to my feet and hugged me to his chest as he finally found it.

The water stopped, and he looked down at me, water dripping from the ends of his hair and eyelashes.

“Not in here.”

I nodded and kissed his chest as he pulled open the door and tugged me after him. The towels lay forgotten as he pulled me into him and picked me up again, carrying me to my bed and laying me on the white sheets.

He covered my damp body with his own and started licking the skin along my neck and shoulders as his hips settled into the cradle of my thighs.

“Oh, Jordan,” I sighed as he pushed the damp hair out of my face with both of his hands, and his lips caressed the shell of my ear.

It felt like he was everywhere as his warm, wet skin slid along mine. He slipped inside of me, and I gasped loudly when he pressed his face into my neck and started a slow grind against me.

“Hannah,” he whispered, withdrawing from me and pushing forward with every smooth plunge of his hips.

My body was awash in sensation as he drove me closer and closer to my peak, the movements of his lips and hands on my skin never ceased.

I met his actions with my own and drew sexy guttural moans from his lips that made me burn even hotter for him.

“I’m... I’m…” I panted into his cheek as he snapped his hips forward in quick succession.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmured into my jaw as my back arched up from the bed and I clenched around him.

The movements of his hips paused as I rode it out, and as soon as he felt my body relax, he drove into me with purpose, chasing his own high.

“Ooh…” he moaned as he pressed into me one final time, pulsing inside of me as he fell into ecstasy.

Our chests heaved; our hearts pounded frantically against each other as we held onto each other tightly. I had known that the passion between us would burn brightly when we finally took this step.

Afraid to break the connection between us, I didn’t say a word as he pulled the covers out from beneath me.

We slipped under the crisp sheets, and I settled with my head on his chest, his large hand drawing patterns on the slightly damp skin of my back and shoulders.

I knew that things probably wouldn’t always be this easy between us because life was never easy.

But I was content in the knowledge that as long as I opened myself up to him, we could work through the hard parts together.