“Come on. Bath time is over, and you promised me a ride,” he said as he helped her out of the tub.
Derek dried her off with the most sumptuous towel she’d ever used. Last night, she was too caught up in the moment to appreciate the luxurious material.
Derek dried her back and shoulders before his attention turned to her torso. He rubbed each of her breasts extensively before he lowered it to her waist. Then he spent quite a bit of time and attention rubbing her ass, hips, and lower abdomen.
When he skipped the space between her legs, she was surprised, but he was devoted to drying her legs. He even dried between her toes, so the omission of her pussy was even more glaringly obvious.
He leered at her and waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion, and she laughed openly. Her anxiety lessened, though part of her worried she’d offended Alexander after all he’d done for her.
“Let’s go check on Alexander so you can get out of your head, darlin’.”
He took her by the hand and pulled her, reluctantly, into the kitchen. Alexander expressed surprise when they entered the kitchen, but Sheila was too uncomfortable to meet his eyes.
“I thought you guys were busy,” he said.
Casually, he leaned against the cabinet by the refrigerator. Alexander took a long drink from his mug as he and Derek spoke. Sheila was too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“You mad, bro?” Derek asked with a bluntness that made Sheila cringe.
“About what?”
At Alexander’s genuine surprise, she flushed.
“That’s what I thought.”
To her relief, Derek didn’t call her out on her silliness. Instead, he waved at his friend and tugged her further along the hallway. She followed without knowing why.
Alexander snorted back a laugh. He called out, “I’m starving, so I’m going to make breakfast. Is thirty minutes good?”
“Better make it forty-five,” Derek yelled back.
Alexander chuckled again. Sheila couldn’t follow the undercurrents of their conversation, but she didn’t want to embarrass herself.
“What’s going on?” she asked as they neared the bedroom.
“Tsk, tsk. Have you forgotten already? You owe me a ride, beautiful, and this time, I don’t want to share.”
That Was One Hell of a Ride
Sheila blushed at Derek’s words. She had said that, and it was true. In spite of her recent abundance of experience, she felt insecure in the morning light. Standing around naked and making a fool of herself did nothing to boost her confidence.
“Uh-uh, I can tell by your expression that you’re getting in your head again. None of that now.”
Sheila marveled that Derek could read her so well after such a short time. She and Richard dated for over a year, and he wanted her to move in with him. He regularly complained he could never understand her and never had any idea what she was thinking.
Derek drew her into a kiss that shifted from sweet to inflammatory in the blink of an eye. Sheila undulated her body against his skin, reveling in her softness against his muscles. While Derek wasn’t a fitness buff like Brandon, his chest, arms,and legs were muscular. He had a dad-bod sexiness she liked a lot.
As they kissed, her fingers traced along his shoulders and upper back. Their kiss turned more carnal, and he steered her closer to the bed. Once there, he maneuvered her onto her back, and then he followed her down without breaking their lip-lock.
The heated kiss continued on the silky sheets, and their legs twined together. Sheila loved the feel of his strong, thick legs and thighs rubbing against her smoother limbs. When he yanked her close, she gasped into his mouth. That gasp turned to a moan when he deepened the kiss.
They kissed for hours, or so it seemed. Time disappeared, and they were the only two people left in the universe. He finally pulled his mouth away from hers to trail hot kisses down her neck as he worshipped her body.
“Let me love you,” he said between drugging kisses. “Let me love your body. Relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Sheila’s head spun, but his lips trailed down her jawline to her neck, then her shoulders and collarbone. By the time he licked the notch at the base of her jugular, she practically melted into the bedsheets. This attentiveness was different than what they had shared before, either alone or with Alexander.
All thought disappeared when his hot mouth found its way to her cleavage. Instead of immediately falling on her eager nipples, his tongue laved the entirety of her breasts.
