“Scoot your cute butt forward,” Grant said as he wedged himself into the shower stall. His broad chest rested againstmy back for the third time today, and I leaned into his heat. It should have been uncomfortable, but when he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his chin against my shoulder, I felt warm, and strangely, peaceful.
I’d had a whole life in a bustling city, but something about a day of chores with a little fun and the touch of a good man had my brain quiet for the first time in too long. I wanted to remember the bigger picture—the cabin, the will, the letter—but that seemed so far off, like this little shower with its chipped tile and stained grout could protect us from the real world, if only for a little while.
I leaned further into his chest, content to hog the warm water. Rather than complaining, his length hardened further against my back. He brought his lips to the side of my neck, kissing me through a curtain of my wet hair. I made a contented sound in my throat, and he slid his hands up over my bare breasts, kneading and teasing them as the steam billowed around us.
“I want you,” I murmured, pushing my hips back against his cock. His breath caught in his throat, and he thrust against me in return, sliding over my slippery skin.
“I want to be inside you more than you can imagine, but we have about two minutes before this shower goes from pleasant to freezing cold. I don’t think you want to risk that.”
I didn’t, but I was also comfortable and warm—turned on, but also cozy. It was an interesting combination, one I hadn’t felt in my hostile marriage.
Deciding for us, Grant reached over my shoulder and turned the tap off. A chill settled over my skin as I stood there dripping, watching Grant move naked through the space. He stepped out and passed me a towel before taking one for himself. He ran the towel over his hair, his eyes never leavingmy naked skin. His cock was standing tall in front of him, eager for my touch. Iaccidentallyswept my fingers over the tip while adjusting my towel, and he grunted.
“Oops, clumsy me,” I said innocently before doing it again. His dick twitched under my touch.
“Uh, huh, oops my ass. You have thirty seconds to get your sexy butt in my bed, or else.”
I was desperate to ask,or else what? But his bed was exactly where I wanted to be, so why fight it? I took off running, holding my towel around my shoulders like a cape. I skidded to a stop in his room, realizing I hadn’t been in here since I had been back. I wanted to look around, to be nosy and inspect his stuff, but there was something I wanted to do even more, so I tossed the towel aside and laid back on the bed.
His pillows were soft under my head, the duvet cool under my back. My wet hair stuck to my neck but all of that was just background noise. All of my senses were tuned into the doorway watching for Grant to appear in all his naked glory.
Grant came around the corner a moment later, towel around his neck, cock still standing straight out from his hips, thick and hard, with a patch of dark hair at the base. He paused in the doorway and leaned against the frame, just watching me.
“See something you like?” I asked, reclining back against his pillow.
“Seeing something I hadn’t thought I’d ever want.”
My brow furrowed. “You never thought you’d want to get laid?”
He laughed and started moving across the room. “I never thought there would be a person in my house that I wasn’t desperate to get rid of.”
His honesty was as unexpected as it was surprising. Givenhow this had started, and the ups and downs since, I hadn’t thought about where we stood. The idea that I had grown on him, whether like a fungus or not, was a revelation in this whole mess of a weekend.
His eyes went wide, as if he had surprised himself with his words, so I gave him an out. “Better come over here and show me how much you want me to stay.”
He got on his knees on the bed, moving my legs apart to accommodate his thick thighs. His skin was cool and damp as he leaned over me. The mattress dipped as he planted a hand on either side of my head and brought his lips to mine.
It wasn’t the first time we had kissed, but it was the first time there were no distractions—no wet dogs, no icy river water, just clean sheets and bare skin. I moved my lips over his slowly and thoroughly, mapping every inch. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, craving more and getting everything I was hoping for. His tongue met mine with the same easy pace. He settled his hips between mine, and I gasped as the heat of his bare cock met my sensitive skin.
I hooked my ankle over the back of his calf and slid my foot over the rough tangle of hair. He was so real and raw—no fake smile, no pretend graciousness, and no fake tan or gym body. He was uncomplicated in a situation that was anything but.
The heat ramped up at a leisurely pace, a slow burn rather than a quick flash. We started rutting against each other, softly at first, then faster and harder. Little starbursts of pleasure ignited every time his length rubbed against my sensitive clit. Based on the little grunts he was making, I knew I was having the same effect on him.
I ran my hands over his back as he moved, feeling the muscles dance, grabbing and kneading him, desperate for his touchin every way I could get it. He moved his lips to the side of my neck and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. I dug my nails into his back, sucking in a quick breath. Apparently, I had an erogenous zone there that had been collecting dust.
“Like that?” he murmured against my skin, sucking harder without waiting for my answer. With each deep suck, he would slide his length against me, and I closed my eyes and just felt everything. His skin was warm, almost hot to the touch, he smelled masculine and real even after our shower, and his mouth—God. He was just as likely to give me an orgasm as he was a hickey when he sucked my skin like this.
Had it been too long since anyone touched me? Or had I never been touched like this? Like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered. Like every inch of me was sacred and beautiful.
He worked his mouth agonizingly slowly down the side of my neck, and my patience fell apart. I dug my foot into the comforter, pushing my hips up to meet his, urging him along.
“What do you need, Kara? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” He pulled away from my skin, holding my eyes with his as he asked the question. I paused, getting lost in those dark eyes, seeing the depth of hazel swirling there.
“You, slow and deep.” I unhooked my leg from around his and rolled onto my side. Grant moved behind me, flopping down on his side too and wrapping a hand around my waist. His chest was to my back, his breath on my neck. Somehow, in only a few hours, this position had come to make me feel safe. Supported, maybe.
Even without seeing his face, it was an incredibly intimate position. One where every inch of him touched a part of me. One where he could tease my exposed skin, and I could pushback against him.
“Do we need protection?” he asked. “I don’t think I have anything.”
