“What’s on the agenda for today?” Landon asked, still rubbing my back. Enjoying the contact, I leaned into his touch.
“I need to get my butt out of bed and go make sweet potatoes and a peppermint cheesecake, so I have something to take over to your mom’s. Can’t have her doing all the cooking.”
“You need help?” he asked, finally climbing out of bed.
“No. You should go see your mom. I’m sure she has a stocking for you. And presents.”
His hand that had been massaging my back slowly circled around to my front. Fingers whispered over my collarbone before dipping down between my breasts. “I’m twenty-five years old, Mercy. Christmas stockings don’t do shit for me. I can assure you that this is the only gift I’m interested in right now.”
I grabbed his hand, stopping him from starting something I would want to finish despite the soreness between my legs. “It’s not for you, it’s for your mom. You’ve missed a lot of Christmases. And stop being so sweet before you ruin me for all other men.”
“But that’s the goal.”
I leveled a stare at him, willing him to do my bidding.
“Fine. You’re right. I’ll tell you what, take a shower with me, and I’ll go open presents with Mom.” His heated gaze kept drifting down to my lips, my neck, then my breasts, managing to set my entire body on fire. He might be onto something. We did both need a shower, and taking one together would conserve water. And I was all for saving the earth.
And I’d never had sex in the shower before.
“Okay,” I said.
He beamed me a smile and scrambled off my bed, holding out his hand to offer me help up. I put my hand in his, and he gingerly tugged me to my feet. I was naked, and my body was far from perfect. I knew I should be self-conscious about it, but Landon had a way of making me feel completely at ease. It was in the way his eyes darkened every time he looked me over.
Despite my body’s imperfections, I had never felt more desirable in my life.
He led me to the bathroom and we stepped inside the small space, getting cozy really quick-like since it wasn’t made for more than one person at a time. As I turned on the water and got it to temperature, he grabbed my loofah and soap and started lathering me up. I was both impressed and a little disappointed to see him getting right to the task of cleaning me up rather than making me dirty again, but it didn’t take long for him to get distracted by my boobs. After he scrubbed and rinsed them, he stuck one of my nipples in his mouth and started to play.
“We’re supposed to be bathing,” I reminded him, half-heartedly.
His hand dipped down between my legs and he massaged my clit. “Yet it feels like you don’t mind.” He dipped a finger inside of me and I let out a gasp. “Nope. You don’t mind at all.”
He had me there.
Enjoying the way his finger curved inside of me while he took turns sucking on my nipples, I leaned against the wall of the shower and let him work. Adding a finger, he stroked and squeezed until he took me over the edge. Then he stepped out of the shower to grab a condom from my medicine cabinet.
Gasping in pretend shock, I asked, “Were you going through my personal stuff when you came in here to get me ibuprofen?”
“Of course,” he replied. “I had to make sure you were well-stocked. But I should pick you up another box of these. We made quite a dent in them last night, so we’re gonna need more.”
“You used my condoms?” I asked. “But I was saving those.”
His head whipped around to eyeball me. “For whom?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. My mailman’s kind of cute.”
Landon was back in the shower so quickly, I’d barely seen him move. He had me pressed against the wall with his body all but surrounding mine. “No mailmen, Mercy. I don’t share well. I need you to myself.”
“So, what? You want to be exclusive?” I asked. “You’re only here for another thirty-seven days.”
“Yes.” His hands drifted down my arms, caging me in. His gaze captured mine, and there was something desperate and heartbreaking in his eyes. “While I’m here, please. Do this for me.”
I wanted to ask him what would happen when he left, but I didn’t have the heart. Not when he sounded so desperate. “It’s not like I’m sleeping with every guy I meet, Landon.”
“I know. But I want… I need to know that it’s just you and me.”
“All right,” I replied. “While you’re here, we’re exclusive.”
Relief washed over his features as he rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me. Landon’s lips captured mine and he hitched my legs up around his hips, taking me higher to line me up with his cock. I wrapped my legs around him, and he drove himself inside of me. Sweet pressure filled me, expanding me around him. Trusting him to keep me balanced against the wall was another unexpected turn on, obviously for us both. His eyes were wild and hungry as he pounded into me. The combination of friction, his intensity, and the warm water cascading down around us was so sexy it didn’t take long until I felt another orgasm building.
