He was right. Our bodies moulded together perfectly.
“Shower?”
I nodded. He slipped his fingers through mine and led me into the shower. Even though I’d been staying with Xander for a few days, I was still adjusting to the waterfall shower. It was weird to have water hitting me directly from above rather than from an angle, so I coughed and spluttered for a moment until Xander used his bulky body and extra height to shield me from the powerful downpour. It was adorable. The water was just above body temperature, perfect for a long, lazy shower.
Xander squeezed plenty of soap into his huge hand and began to rub it over himself.
I put my hand on his to stop him. “Let me.”
I grabbed the bottle, watching as a glob of soap fell into my hand. I rubbed my hands together until they were sudsy and then ran them over his shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach, moving in large, slow circles. His skin was smooth, soft, and taut over his muscles.
“Turn around.”
Xander obeyed, presenting his back to me. I took pleasure in cleaning it. I bit my lower lip as my hands dipped closer and closer to his perfectly round arse. Sucking in a breath, I swept my hands over his pink arse cheeks, stealing a cheeky squeeze.
“Done.”
Xander faced me again and picked up the soap. “My turn. Or your turn, depending on your perspective.”
I held my breath as his large, powerful hands gently brushed over my shoulders and torso. His touch made my skin tingle, my heart patter, and my nipples hard. He spun his finger in the air. I turned to face the other way. He rubbed his hands over my back and swept them down to my arse cheeks. He squeezed my arse slightly, just as I had done to his.
“Perfect,” he whispered into my ear before turning me around. Then he slammed his mouth over mine, pulled me into a bear hug, and caressed my tongue with his.
I melted against him, clinging to his muscular arms because I didn’t trust my wobbly legs to keep me upright. We were both hard, our wet cocks rubbing as our hot, slippery bodies pressed together.
Xander broke the kiss and stared at me. He was breathing hard, and his pupils were so large they almost wholly eclipsed the brown of his irises. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Did he want to do more than hold and kiss me? Was he going to suggest more?
“I think we’re clean,” he said.
“I think we are too.”
He let go of me long enough to turn the shower off. The absence of the warm water made me shiver, but Xander’s hot body made up for it. We stood, drip drying. I didn’t want to break our clinch, and it didn’t look like Xander was in a hurry either. His heartbeat crashed against my chest, and his breath puffed over my face.
“We should get dry.”
I nodded in agreement, but neither of us moved. We kept staring at each other like we were playing a game of chicken or something, daring the other to break our embrace first and end the moment.
Eventually, I rested my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes. “This is nice.”
“Getting cold in a shower?”
“Being close to you.” I tickled my fingers over his shoulder blades. “I’m just not ready to go any further.”
“That’s okay.”
I opened my eyes and looked up. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m not in any rush.”
I released a relieved sigh. “Thank you.” I stepped back and pinched myself. “Huh. This must be real.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because you’re way too perfect.”
Xander laughed. “I’m not perfect.”
“Sure you are. At least you’re perfect for me.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Too soon.” My hand muffled my words.
