Sex had always been lusty or transactional. Limited to hotel rooms that never progressed to morning routines. Encounters always ended with departures, not domesticity.
For some odd reason. . .I'd always kept that line drawn.
Yet now I was realizing that sex was one thing, but the intimacy of routine, of witnessing the unguarded moments. . .that was quite another.
I could do this every day.
An urge, raw and primal, pulsed through me, lighting my veins on fire. The sight of her body, the sound of water against herskin, the sweet scent of her shampoo; they all coalesced into a symphony of hot desire that was impossible to ignore.
I reached out, my hands longing to explore the territory of her back, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
The warm wetness of her skin sent a shiver racing down my spine and I couldn't help but marvel at her.
The depth of her beauty.
The expanse of her soul.
I trailed my fingers lightly across the slope of her shoulders, feeling the shudder run through her body, matching my own.
Her head tilted back, taking in more droplets.
My hand slid lower, drawn to the smooth plane of her back, tracing the arc of her spine.
Heat pooled in my gut.
I stepped closer.
My cock hardened, and I pressed the hungry length along the contours of her ass.
A soft moan left her. “Kenji, what are you doing?”
“Let me show you, Tora.” I slipped my hands to the front and began caressing those full, round breasts.
She shivered. “You’re so bad.”
“You make me this way.” The sensation of her wet skin under my fingertips, the faint quiver in her frame, it was all more intoxicating than any high. “Are you still sore, Tora?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad.”
She chuckled.
I slipped my hands down to her pussy, and my fingers found her clit.
“Oh.”
“Mmmm. I don’t think you’re too sore.” I toyed with her clit, my fingers relishing the slick warmth, the welcoming vulnerability.
She trembled and arched her back. “We’re supposed to be getting ready.”
“This is one of the ways I like to get ready.”
“No, Mr. Dragon.” She batted my hands away and got out of my hold. “We can’t. It’s already going to take me some time to get my hair ready.”
“Tora—”
“Nope.” She turned around and shoved me back. “You stay two feet away from me.”
