His hand gripped my neck as he brought his face close to mine. “Okay, Sweetheart. Whatever you say.” His other hand moved behind me to retrieve the body wash. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t want to be responsible for your UTI.”
I held out a hand and deposited a healthy amount of body wash into my palm. As I began lathering it up in my hands, Brandon did the same. Then this motherfucker started washingme. His hands slid over the curves of my body easily, but I was so focused on the feel of his hands on me that the body wash in my hands was quickly forgotten. I turned my back to him, and his hands moved to massage my shoulders. I groaned.
“Feel good?” he asked, increasing the pressure slightly.
“So good,” I practically moaned.
“Careful,” he warned. “I only have so much willpower, too, Sweetheart.” His erection slid against my ass, causing me to push back into him.
36
BRANDON
Lexi’s whole body was covered in soap. The feel of her slippery skin against mine was too much to bear. I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out. She moaned as I massaged her shoulders.Great, there goes my dick again.I was so easily aroused by her. Literally everything she did was sexy as hell to me, but this.This shower. Bubbles dripping down her slick skin and sliding against me?I pressed my erection against her back, my willpower hanging by a thread.
I reached around her and massaged soap over her breasts and down her stomach, stopping before reaching the apex of her thighs. She ground herself into my touch and then turned to face me with more body wash in her hands.
Her soapy hands moved tentatively over my body, washing my chest and then my arms. She wasn’t looking at me, though, so I tipped her chin uptowards me. “You okay?”
She gave me a tight smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. But why are we waiting again?”
“Because you have an aversion to intimacy, remember?”
She chuckled, “Oh, yeah.”
“And you revert to sex whenever things get too emotional.”
“Mmmhmm.” She continued to slather soap over my chest and abs.
“But you’re doing so well. You’ve made a lot of progress, Lexi, and I’m proud of you.” I rubbed my thumb over her pouty lip.
“But good girls get orgasms, right?”
Sneaky girl.“Yes, they do, but you’ve already had one tonight.” I moved her back into the spray of the shower. “Now, I’m going to wash your hair, rinse you off, and then put you to bed.”
Her pout intensified. “Rude. But you’re right. We should wait a little longer. Although I must say, I’ve been having a lot of fun with you… even with our clothes on.”
I leaned down to kiss her nose. “Good. Me too.”
I really was soproud of Lexi. Sure, we were both itching to have sex again, but I didn’t really think it was sex that was the problem. I believed the real test for her was in those intimate moments after sex when she’d usually run for the hills. Over the last month, she and I had gotten closer, moreintimate, and it had nothing to do with sex. I think she realized that, and I was excited for us to get back home and keep building that trust.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of Christmas music playing throughout the cabin and the clanking of plates coming from downstairs. I groaned and stretched in bed. This bed was definitely not big enough for me, and I’d be sure to relay that feedback to my brother. Although I hoped that during future visits I’d be sharing the guest room with Lexi.
Speaking of Lexi, her laugh traveled up the stairs and engulfed me like a warm breeze. I loved her laugh. Smiling to myself, I heard a throat clear and turned my head to see Dylan eyeballing me. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Such a cynic.” I tossed a pillow at him as I got out of bed. “You’ll get it one day.”
“Nah, I’m good, bro.” Dylan snickered.
“Come on, sleepyheads,” Daphne called from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready!”
“Coming!” I hollered down in response. “Come on, dickhead, let’s go eat,” I said to Dylan, pulling a shirt over my head.
As we came down the stairs, Daphne, Nathan, and Lexi were gathered at the kitchen island. Lexi looked up and greeted me with a huge smile that had me wanting to cross the room and give her a proper greeting. I couldn’t wait until we could tell everyone that we were together.
“Morning,” I greeted the group.
“Morning. I hope you’re hungry; Daphne made enough to feed the whole town,” Nathan joked.
