But he apparently didn’t have the same problem.
“It wasn’t just the sex talking.” He turned her gently and tipped her head back, under the shower head. His fingers—that had fucked her raw and probably left bruises on her hips—now moved gently through her hair.
She closed her eyes, mostly for the water, but a little bit because they’d only been dating for six weeks and tonight was so far out of character for Hunter, she didn’t know what to believe.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing a kiss against one closed eyelid, then the other. His lips were wet and his words half-obscured by the spray of water around them, but in that moment, he was back.
Her big, sweet, funny man.
Who had just ravaged her, most amazingly so, and then told her he loved her.
“I love you,” he said, his lips tentatively pulling into a smile. She blinked up at him. “Maybe should have told you that already. Or not yet. I don’t know. Never said it before.”
“Oh,” she whispered. “I liked it.”
“Good.” He turned her around and leaned past her, picking up her shampoo. Her heart hammered in her chest as he lathered up her hair, his fingers massaging into her scalp, then spreading the extra bubbles down her shoulders and back, his hands stopping to rest on her hips.
With a sigh, he tugged her back against his front and pressed his cheek against her temple. “Should we talk about the sex?”
“I liked that, too,” she said, her voice cracking. All of it.
“A little rougher than usual.”
“It was good.” Her hands shook as she searched blindly for his fingers.
He squeezed his hands around hers and folded his arms around them both. “Want to do it again like that sometime?”
An unexpected pang shot through her. Yes, she did. But oh God, the Pandora’s box that opened. “Hunter…”
“Mmm?”
She didn’t finish that thought. She couldn’t.
After a stretch of silence, he lifted the shower head off its hook and started to rinse out her shampoo. “You don’t need to say anything about that either way.”
Oh, but she did. She had so much to say, so much inside her, but she didn’t know if he’d like all of it.
If he didn’t, it might break her heart.
So she closed her eyes and nodded.
Hunter left the shower first, on the pretense of getting her robe from the living room floor.
He really needed a minute to sort himself out. He’d never, ever, ever lost control like that. He could have hurt her, for God’s sake. He didn’t even know where that had come from.
That she had a secret dirty-girl side wasn’t a problem for him at all. That she hadn’t given him anyglimpseof it in the six weeks they’d been dating made him wonder why, but he was a patient man. In theory.
But he’d gone out for food, and while he waited for the order to be filled, he’d done some thinking.
He’d planned to talk to her about it like a grown fucking man, but then he’d come back and she’d done that little swishy move with her robe, and flashed some thigh, and he was a goner.
How fucking awkward was it to explain to your girlfriend that her perfectly reasonable sex toy browsing history had turned him into a total deviant?
And again he was hard for her. He could still feel the plump flesh of her ass under his hands, and hear the gasp she made as he rubbed his thumbs over the sensitive crease between her cheeks.
When she came out of the shower five minutes later, her pale skin all dewy soft and her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders in damp, sexy curls, he was waiting for her. He wrapped her in a towel, then exchanged it for the robe, holding her close the entire time.
They ate quietly together, then she held his hand as they moved back into the bathroom to brush their teeth. He watched as she smoothed cream over her face, and at the first yawn, he hustled her into her room.
