“We can head in there now.” He nodded toward the hallway. “You can make all my dreams come true. I can eat you for breakfast before I fuck you against the tiles.”
“I’m your dream come true,” I teased and kissed his chin.
“Yeah, Jules.” He cupped my cheek, skimming his thumb back and forth along my jaw. “You’re exactly that.”
His mouth came down on mine again as my head spun from everything that had happened last night and all it meant for us in the light of day. I’d never known this kind of happiness, and while it frightened me a little, I was enjoying every moment of being right where I—wherewe—were always meant to be.
“I’m up for it if you are. Although, there may not be room for two of us.” I scrunched my nose.
“That’s half the fun. Come on.” He popped off the bed and held out his hand.
If anyone had told me a year ago I’d be strolling naked down my upstairs hallway with Landon to get into my shower together, I would have said that was impossible because Landon and I weren’t like that.
At the time, I would have been telling the truth. We weren’t then, but we sure as hell were now—and there was no going back.
I’d been so afraid of taking a chance on us, but just on the other side of fear was something glorious. And the only thing I regretted now was not leaping over that line I was so terrified of crossing much sooner.
A morbid voice in the back of my head taunted me, asking how I could commit an uncertain lifetime to anyone. But today, that voice, and the monster around the corner, weren’t going to ruin a thing.
My joints were stiff on some mornings, although the intensity and duration weren’t nearly as bad as a few months ago. Today, I was sore from good old exertion as I put muscles to use that had been dormant for a lot longer than I’d been sick.
Sex with Landon was the best kind of shock to my system.
I pulled back the curtain to run the water, drifting my hand over the spray until it was hot enough to steam, and climbed into the tub. Even before my goal was to loosen up in the shower, I preferred it just short of scalding.
“I didn’t know you liked bathing in liquid lava,” Landon said as he stepped in behind me and reached over me to adjust the temperature. “I don’t mind steaming it up in here, but I’d like to have skin when we’re done.”
“So dramatic,” I sighed, pivoting toward Landon as I tipped my head back to wet my hair. I wasn’t concerned with any rolls or ripples along my body as I stepped under the spray. Instead, I tilted my head back more, smiling at the tortured groan erupting from Landon’s throat as I let the water run over me.
After hating what had happened to my body for the past few months, and a moment of panic when Landon had stopped me from turning off the light, I felt beautiful and powerful.
“You know what you’re doing,” he rasped, grabbing my waist to haul me closer. “Don’t tease me, baby.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I raked my wet hands through his dark hair, scraping my nails back and forth along his scalp. “You wanted the fantasy, right?”
“I did. But I’ll tell you a secret.” He dipped his head under the spray and slicked his hair back with his hand. My eyes followed the drops of water over the smattering of hair on his chest, over his abs, and dripping off his cock. My tongue tingled, yearning to trace along the same path.
“What’s the secret?” I asked as I reached for the body wash and squirted some into the palm of my hand.
“What you heard the other night, that wasn’t the first time I’d called out your name with my dick in my hand, wishing it were you.”
“Landon Michael Clark, I’m shocked.” I pressed a hand to my chest in mock horror. “Turn around.”
His brow furrowed.
“But then I can’t see you.”
“You’ll feel me, I promise.” I pressed my mouth against his, sucking on his bottom lip as I pulled back. “You said you wanted the dream. Turn around, babe.”
He groaned and slowly turned around.
I rubbed my hands together and glided the soap up his back and across his shoulders, pressing my fingers into the muscle as I drifted my hands down his torso and kneaded the globes of his ass.
“How many squats do you do a day? It’s like a rock back here.” I dug my fingers deeper, smiling at his hiss when I skated my hand across and up and down.
“Let me turn around and I’ll show you what’s arock.”
“Poor baby, are you getting frustrated?” I wrapped my arms around him and worked my hands over his chest, skimming down his pecs, over his abs, and down his muscular thighs. “Have a little patience, doll. We’re doing my fantasy first, and then we’ll do yours.” I dragged kisses across his shoulder blades. “You’re so perfect,” I whispered as I smoothed my hand across his stomach.
