Deciding to press my luck and see how far she’s willing to take this game she’s playing, I lean in pressing my front to her back and whisper in her ear, “I’m finished with my pre-cleaning and ready for a deep scrub down.”
Her body shivers against mine, and a small moan escapes her lips, confirming she’s just as affected by this game as I am.
four
Aspen
“You can take ashower in my bathroom. The one in the guest bedroom isn’t working.” The lie comes out more easily than I expected. I just hope Wilder can’t hear how fast my heart is beating.
I’ve never seduced anyone before—I’m a virgin trying to play the seductress. All of this is new to me. I wonder what people would think if they knew the town’s matchmaker is as pure as the first snowfall of winter.
“I can take a look at it. It might just be a loose washer or something simple.”
“Um, no, it’s fine.” My heart races. Having him “fix” my “broken” shower wasn’t part of the plan. But the sweet gesture only confirms Wilder is the perfect man for me. “You can take a look at it tomorrow. We don’t want to be late for the chocolate-tasting date.” I hold my breath, afraid to move a muscle, afraid he’ll see through my lie.
He looks at me for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking, “You’re right, we shouldn’t keep Fletcher and Ruby waiting for us at the candy shop.
“Right, we can’t keep Fletcher, the owner of the candy shop, and his employee, Ruby, waiting for us.” I sigh in relief that he hasn’t seen through my plan yet.
“I’ll make it quick.” He gives me one last look over his shoulder before disappearing into my bedroom, where the only “working” shower is in my ensuite.
Taking a deep breath, I count to one hundred in my head, giving Wilder time to get into my bathroom, take off his clothes, and set the water temperature.
Quietly slipping into my bedroom, I take off my clothes and toss them into the nearby hamper. The uncertainty of what I’m about to do hits me, and I almost change my mind until I hear Wilder’s faint moan of my name, giving me the newfound confidence to continue with my plan.
five
Wilder
The hot water doesnothing to ease the desire I feel for Aspen. Being trapped in her shower, surrounded by thesmell of her body wash, is making me think dangerous thoughts—thoughts of soaping her breasts with the bar of my favorite soap that Aspen always keeps in the guest shower, which she has now moved into her shower—and of how I would rub my scent into her, marking her for my own.
The fantasy takes over as I pump my soap-covered hand on my cock, harder and faster than I ever have, knowing I don’t have time to drag this out without Aspen getting suspicious.
At the art studio, I had convinced myself that Aspen wanted me as more than a friend, but on the drive to her house, my insecurities set in, making me believe I'd imagined the whole thing. I guess that’s what happens when you’re an inexperienced thirty-three-year-old virgin chasing a beautiful, curvy twenty-three-year-old who is miles out of your league.
Cursing, I grip my cock harder and close my eyes, needing the fantasy to take over for a little longer. Aspen’s name falls from my lips like a broken plea. The sound of the shower door opening makes me snap my eyes open. Just like in my fantasy, Aspen steps into the shower in all her naked glory, looking a thousand times better than my imagination ever did her justice.
“What are you doing in here?” The words stick in my throat as my eyes scan her body from head to toe.
“We’re friends, right?” She shrugs, as if we’re visiting over a cup of coffee and not naked in her shower. “I thought it would be quicker if we showered together.” She closes the shower door behind her and reaches for the bar of soap, left forgotten in my other hand, the one not filled with my hard shaft.
The feel of her hands on mine short-circuits my brain, causing me to drop the soap onto the tiled floor. My brain goes completely haywire when she bends down, kneeling on the shower floor, picking up the bar of soap, only to gaze into her eyes, her face inches away from my cock. It takes everything I have not to give in to the pulsing desire and cum all over her beautiful face.
“You dropped this.” She pauses for a heartbeat, her gaze dropping to my dick, making it jerk in my hand. Ever so slowly, she stands, letting the tips of her breasts graze my chest, my hard length bobbing between us. “Would you mind washing my back?” Her husky voice echoes through the shower as she hands me the bar of soap.
Before I can answer, she’s spinning around, facing the other direction. It gives me a second to clear the fog from my brain. I blink a couple of times, even pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. When she doesn’t disappear, I lather the bar of soap between my hands, then set the bar down and begin to rub my hands over her back.
She moans at the contact, the sound going straight to my balls, which tighten in anticipation. She shifts her hips, planting her feet wider apart. My foggy brain still can’t comprehend what’s happening when I realize my cock is sliding between her legs, against her pussy in a steady rhythm that matches my hands running over her back.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” I take a step back to put some distance between us. The last thing I want is for Aspen to think I’m going to take advantage of our friendship.
With a sigh, she spins around to face me. “Wilder, I’m tired of waiting.” She places her hand on my cheek. “I want you more than a friend.” Too shocked to answer, I can only stare into her eyes. “What I’m saying, Wilder, is that I want you to make love to me.”
Her words are like a dam breaking, causing me to pounce on her, crushing my mouth to hers in a desperate kiss filled with all the longing and desire I’ve been holding back for these long months.
She meets my tongue stroke for stroke. It’s a little clumsy at first, but in no time, we get the hang of it, and it’s like we’ve been kissing each other for years. “Hmm, Wilder.” She moans into my mouth.
Acting on pure instinct, I grip her hips and lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. My last rational thought before plunging into her tight, wet heat is that I hope I don’t slip and crash us to the hard tile floor.
