I turn so the water hits my back, sharp needles of warmth that take the edge off.
I open my eyes when I hear the groan of the hinges on the bathroom door.
“Sebastian?” Matilda’s voice calls through the steam. “I’m here.”
My cock stiffens instantly, curving up toward my navel. I grab the base, squeezing it hard. I almost moan.
“Come in,” I say hoarsely, my voice lost somewhere in my throat as I think about the sight of her nude body.
Christ.I’ve dreamed about this. I’ve fucking fantasized about this night-after-night. I’ve blown my load too many times to count while thinking about touching her.
The glass shower door opens, and she’s there.
My hand reaches out to her and she takes it.
I rake her over as she steps closer to me.
Her tits are round perfection with pink nipples that are already hardened into tight points.
Her skin is flawless. I drink in every inch of her stomach and her toned legs that lead up to her waxed mound.
“Matilda,” I whisper her name against her lips as I kiss her. “You’re beautiful.”
Her hands reach for my biceps. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never showered with a man before?”
Her head shakes in silence.
I turn her around, not wanting to touch her skin with my cock because I swear to fucking hell I am one second away from coming all over her.
“I’ll wash you,” I whisper into her ear from behind. “If it’s too much, you tell me to stop.”
She nods, her body relaxing slightly at my touch.
I soap my hands before I trail my fingers over her neck, pushing her hair to the side. She shivers slightly, her body shaking.
I look down and the sight of her ass almost drops me in place.
It’s just as I remember when I saw her in her lingerie, but now it’s bare, tempting me to touch it and kiss it.
“I was scared at the bar,” she admits with a sigh.
I trace the curve of her back with my fingertips. “I know.”
I could see it in her face when I looked for her after taking the guy to the ground. She was staring at me, her expression a mix of confusion and fear.
I would have run to her then and taken her in my arms, but I couldn’t.
Instead, I smiled, hoping that it would offer her some reassurance that I was all right.
It didn’t. Her bottom lip had trembled, but she’d stilled it with her teeth when she bit into it.
My hand moves lower and she adjusts her feet, spreading her stance. I take it as a silent invitation and glide my fingers lower until they skim the cheek of her ass.
That turns her around. “Sebastian.”
I tilt her chin up with my fingers until our eyes meet. “You tell me what you want. I’ll never push for more.”
