The tips of his ears go red, and he runs his fingers through his newly sharpened beard, looking sexier than he has any right to.
Holding up his finger, he jogs into the trailer and comes out a few moments later, still shirtless but now wearing his cargo shorts and the hiking boots he’s been wearing the last couple of days.
“Let’s build a shower.”
Just like with the deck, we get into a pattern and make quick work of the project. We’re sweaty and gross by early afternoon, but the generous shower is lovely under the tall trees and the water connections work perfectly. He even likes the bench I added.
Grinning, he chucks off his clothes and steps inside, turning on the water, letting it rain down on him.
“Join me,” he says, extending his arms toward me as he gives me grabby hands.
I hold up a finger and run inside to grab shampoo, soap, and a washcloth, then disrobe. Walking naked from the house, I join him in the shower. We take turns cleaning each other thoroughly, then, slippery and soapy, we come together under the water, kissing each other as we rinse off. I suppose there’s a real life to go back to at some point, but this magical spot in the woods is everything. I’ve never felt this good with another person before.
As Levy leans into my body, laying soft kisses up and down my neck, it occurs to me that finding Ant somehow released me to feel things I’ve never let myself feel before.
I wrap an arm around Levy as he lets his hand drift down my chest and abs, his talented, painted fingers delving into my pubic hair before he takes me in hand, stroking me. He pushes his erection into my hip, and he’s deliberate about it. He’s not trying to shoot me to the moon. Rather, I get the sense he wants to keep me grounded here on earth.
The gently erotic sensation between us builds at an achingly slow pace. That is until it becomes desperate. Levy switches up, stroking me faster as he tilts his chin, begging for a kiss.
Who am I to deny him? I kiss him again and again, continuing to let him use my hip as I use his hand. The orgasm is slow and then sudden. Lazy, then a train bearing down on me. Grunting and moaning, we come on each other, watching as the water washes it all away.
He pulls back enough to look me in my eyes, sawing at his bottom lip, concerned where there should only be relaxed joy.
“What’s wrong?”
Levy shakes his head and looks to the side, and I touch his chin, silently requesting he look me in the eye. “Tell me.”
His chin trembles. “I’m falling for you. I know I am, and I can’t go around with this huge feeling in my chest without telling you. It would feel like lying, and you are the last person I’d wanna lie to. I love what you’ve done for Ant. I love the way you make me feel calm and seen. You even see the parts of me that aren’t quite healed, and you let them be. And I can’t control where this is going.”
Tears tumble down his cheeks, and he laughs, stepping under the rainfall to hide his emotion.
“I’m such an idiot. I hope I didn’t ruin everything,” he murmurs, the water bubbling his words.
I shake my head, then pull him in close. “You are not an idiot. I had to bite my tongue not to tell you the exact same thing last night when we were making love. I’ve learned over these last several horrible years that you don’t letjoygo unnoticed. You appreciate the pleasures, small and large. One doesn’t discount emotions like this.”
“No?”
Shaking my head, I answer, surprised at the strength of my voice. “I’m falling for you too, Levy. I don’t care how long I’ve known you. This is either the truest and deepest love I’ve ever felt, or an alien is residing in my chest, and it’s about to get super fucking messy in here.”
The fear and uncertainty from a few seconds ago bleed out of his expression. He relaxes at the cellular level.
“I hope not,” he jokes, pausing to kiss my jaw. “We worked really hard on this shower, and you having anAlienmoment would totally ruin the mood.”
“We can’t have that, now can we?”
Despite having just come, we meet in a passionate kiss, clinging to each other. After several moments, I pull back, touching my forehead to his.
“All your emotions, Levy. I want all of them. Never hold back a single one.”
“Even if I get mad at you?”
“Then tell me so I can fix it. Or so we can have hate sex. I don’t care either way.”
He snort-laughs, burying his face in my neck, leaning against me.
“Even if I’m feeling needy and want you to take care of me?”
“I have a confession to make,” I say, running my hand over his round, perfect ass.
