Now, with an hour until I have to be at work, sharing a shower with Xander is the perfect start to the day.
“You can’t fit two at home?” Xander’s warm body presses up against his back as his lips find my ear, ensuring that what he has to say doesn’t get lost.
“Sure, if you want to get packed in like sardines. But this?” I turn as Xander’s damp arms drape around my waist and the stream of water from the shower caresses down my shoulders. “This is all kinds of luxurious.”
“Noted,” Xander replies with a soft chuckle. “Here, let me.” His warm hands sink into my shampoo-lathered hair and he takes over massaging down to my roots.
My eyes close and a deep sense of bliss washes through me from head to toe, warmth spreading into every corner.
I could get used to this. Beyond everything else, being treated like this is addicting and I don’t want it to end.
Xander’s exceptionally good with his hands in the bedroom and it’s evident even here as he works across my scalp and through the long strands of my hair.
Then he tilts my head back and lets the water wash away all the lather.
He doesn’t stop there.
With gentle words and soft coaxing, he washes my back and gives me the best massage he can from this angle.
Tightness eases out of my shoulders and a persistent ache in my lower back near my spine vanishes after intense attention from Xander’s thumbs.
By the time the shower is over, I’m a hundred times looser and somewhat turned on that his hands were all over me and yet not where I ached for them the most.
“If you didn’t have surgery and I didn’t have work…” I trail off, sucking lightly on my teeth while wrapping a thick, fluffy towel around my body.
“I’d entertain you with a quickie,” Xander replies immediately, “but I know that once I’m inside you, I’m never going to want to leave and that just throws everything off. But trust me when I say I’ll be thinking about your soaped up tits all day, and that sexy thing between your legs.”
A soft bubble of laughter rises up as my cheeks and ears warm at his words and he arches his brow curiously at me. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… There's something so unusual about hearing dirty talk from you. At work, you’re the politest, quietest man I’ve ever met and here you are talking about being addicted to my pussy.”
Amusement glints in Xander’s eyes as he pulls on clean boxers, then he approaches me and catches my entire jaw in one hand.
Tilting my head up, he leans down and kisses me slowly while reaching under my towel with his other hand and cupping my mound.
His middle finger slides perfectly along my seam, then curls up through my lips.
“Maybe if this wasn’t so addicting, I wouldn’t be talking about it but since it’s your fault…” His finger slides deeper and circles my entrance as I gasp and heat bursts through my core, but Xander only caresses my clit once and then his hand falls away.
“You’re an ass,” I say breathlessly, clutching my towel to my chest as the throbbing ache between my legs goes unanswered.
“You don’t mean that,” Xander replies with a smirk. “Also, I have something for you.” He leaves the bathroom and after wrapping my hair in a towel, I join him in the bedroom.
Xander hands me a small pink puffball keychain. “For your key to this place. So you don’t lose it.”
I take it and my heart skips a beat. I thought that the key he gave me was new but I didn’t dare hope.
I squint up at him, and Xander continues.
“For when you need a place to crash or the hill is too icy or you can’t face that apartment. You’re always welcome here.”
“Thank you, Xander… this is adorable.”
Something about him has changed.
He seems more at ease, more peaceful and looser when we’re together, and I like it.
Our talk last night must have been good for him.
That easiness lasts until we pull up to the hospital and he lets me out at the entrance.
