"What are you doing in here?" Jessica gasped and backed up against the shower wall. When her shoulders touched the cool tile she shivered but it wasn't from the cold. It was the way
he
was looking at her. It was a look she hadn't seen personally in years but she remembered it well, a look of lust and hunger that needed to be sated. "You have to leave."
A predatory smile curled its way across his features sending a new shiver up her spine. "I don't have to do anything." Jason was still fully clothed, the only thing he'd taken off so far were his gloves. "I know what I want to do though." He crossed his arms over muscular chest and peeled his shirt up overhead. Jessica's eyes were immediately drawn to his washboard abs. Something in her stomach fluttered at the sight of him, even the little smudges of dirt covering his otherwise pale flesh.
"What do you want to do?" She whispered. Somehow the shower suddenly seemed too small, too tight. She was cornered with a beast and no possible way to escape. Jessica was having a difficult time convincing herself that she really wanted to escape. That she didn't want to trace the lines on Jason's stomach with her tongue and rake her nails over his chest.
Jason very slowly, very deliberately brought his hands to his waist and started unfastening his belt, the entire time staring into her brown eyes with his blazing baby blues. She was so entranced by his stare that she didn't fully realize he was stripping until she heard his jeans slump to the floor around his ankles. Her eyes reflexively followed then down to a pair of well toned calves that led into muscular thighs and between them? Between them was a wonderful example of male virility. Jason's cock was nearly a large hanging here soft between his thighs as his brothers was hard. "You know what I want. It's the same thing you want."
Jessica tried to press herself against the wall hard enough to pass through it and failed. She was still trapped in shower with a beast who fully intended to devour her body, mind and soul. There wasn't anything she could do to prevent that. She didn't want to stop him either, she wanted his hungry mouth feeding on her and his hard working man's fingers clinging to her and she definitely wanted that outstanding sample of male strength piercing her.
Down girl.
Jessica swallowed hard staring at Jason. For a moment she had the insane idea that as long as she kept her eyes on him that he wouldn't move. He couldn't move, he'd just remain right there perfectly still. "What do you think I want?"
The already predatory smile on Jason's lips curled into something outright feral and he took a single step into the shower. "I think you want me. I might believe that you accidentally lost your top diving into the pool when I first got here, or that it was an honest accident when you spilled a glass of water on your white tee shirt." Those
had
been accidents, horrible, embarrassing, convenient, arousing accidents. David certainly didn't look at her the way Jason had during those incidents.
"I could even believe that you really did need help with the zipper on the back of your slinky black dress, maybe you did want a man's opinion on it before you went out with your husband."
She had needed an opinion! The emphasis on man. . .never mind that!
There was nobody else in the house, what was she supposed to do? Walk to the neighbors house for help getting dressed? Like that wouldn't have looked dirty. And the only reason she'd appealed to his masculinity was so he wouldn't say no!
Jason took another step forward finally in the path of the first of the showerheads. The water cascaded down over his chest running down his body in little rivulets. Jessica had to fight to keep still. She wanted to sink to her knees and drink the water flowing off his magnificent cock. "I don't want you." She hissed slid toward the corner of the room."