“This is going to be so much better than the back of a car,” he said.
Yes, their epic fuck. At least things could only get better after that fiasco.
The long, hard length of his cock bobbed as he joined her. Steam billowed out of the shower and folded around her in a warm blanket of mist.
She stepped into the spacious two-person shower enclosure and pointed to the door. “Close that, please. I like my showers steamy.”
All she really craved was sleep. If she had been at home, she wouldn’t have bothered and would’ve fallen into bed, fully clothed. With Ash, in his post-performance afterglow and rank sweat stench, there was no way to avoid the shower.
His presence enveloped her, wrapping her with a potency of male desire and need. She wanted nothing other than to tap into his sensual energy. To come alive at the touch of a man was her hidden dream, and she held out the smallest hope that she could do that with him. To not cringe or flinch or hope for his quick completion—those were her prayers, but worry was the enemy, too, because it smothered all the joy in being with him.
Ash wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his forehead to rest against hers. A long moment passed with his steady exhalations, pulsing between them, while the weight of their circumstance settled into the silence.
Husband and wife. They were lovers as well as strangers.
His fingers combed through her hair, straightening the mess of curls. He massaged her neck and her shoulders, and then he dug into the knots of her back. Then, he found her hands and entwined their fingers, sinking his brow against hers, intensifying their connection.
She followed his gaze down to where he clasped her hands. His calloused fingers traced hers, lacing them together. And, beneath their hands, his cock jutted, engorged with his arousal and full of his need.
Her chest filled with a warm glow beneath all the worry.
She could do this. With him. If she tried really, really hard.
He stepped back, taking his warmth with him. Chilly air filled the empty space between them. His expression had her heart clenching, desire etched into the strong features of his amazing face, tension clenching at his jaw, and indecision swirling within the depths of his eyes.
A miserable knot tightened in her belly. She had seeded his doubts, and the weight of them would suffocate him. How to fix things remained a daunting task.
Without asking, Ash spun her around, facing her away from him. Then, his hands touched her nape, sweeping from her neck to her shoulders. His fingers dug deep into the knots of her muscles.
With a groan, she breathed slowly while his fingers forced the tight muscles to surrender to his will. Rough calluses dragged against her skin, sending tiny shivers shooting down her spine and up her nape. She luxuriated in his touch as he pressed and kneaded with expert precision.
Her muscles fought his onslaught, but they were no match for the insistence of his touch. Soon, her muscles relented, all tension easing under the heat of the water pouring over her skin and the fire stoked by his touch. He began to hum, and the beauty of the thick,low timbre vibrated over her skin, caressing her nerve-endings and soothing the swirling chaos of her thoughts.
“You carry a lot of stress, babe,” he said.
A shiver of hopeful excitement tingled through her, unbidden, as he moved down her spine. No other man had ever made her tremble with anticipation. Ash knew something about back massaging, too. He pressed at the pressure points beneath her scapula, making her hiss when he found a particularly sensitive spot.
“Too hard?” He eased up.
Yes, but it felt so good. “No. Keep pressing.”
He leaned into the troubled spot, causing her to cry out.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He increased the pressure, and she breathed against the pain. Moments later, the muscle beneath his finger fatigued and released.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concern lacing his voice.
“You won’t.” She’d endured worse. “It feels amazing.”
The press of his fingers hurt but with a good kind of pain.
His hands continued their magical dance as they traced their way down her spine, moving one vertebra at a time. Her breaths quickened as she braced against pain, and they hitched with another sensation, lifting the tiny hairs on her arms.
“Well, it’s supposed to feel good, not hurt. Let me know if it’s too much.” He kissed her shoulder, the sweep of his lips blazing a fiery trail along her skin. He collected her hair and straightened it down her back. “I love your hair.” His fingers returned to her shoulders and pressed, causing her to gasp as he hit on a sore spot. “Stop?”
