The thump of the trashcan, and he shifts, kisses me again.
"Don't move," he says and leaves the room. I hear the bath start, and my heart flutters. A minute later he's back with a warm washcloth, the bed dipping as he climbs back in. "Spread your legs for me." His voice is gentle, and I do, blushing, surprised that I'm embarrassed after all that. Tenderly, he cleans me up, the warm cloth rasping my sensitive skin. I hiss, flinching.
"Sorry," he says, leaning in to press a kiss to my hip.
"It's okay. Thank you. For taking care of me."
He pins me with a look I feel down to the bottom of my heart. "I'll always take care of you, Molly," he says.
And I know without a doubt that it's true.
CHAPTER 39
QUICK STUDY
GREY
When I pick her up to carry her to the bathroom, she only protests a little, mostly chuckling, then sighing, then tucking into my chest. I almost don't want to put her down when I reach the clawfoot tub. If I could guarantee I could step in without potentially killing both of us, I'd do that. But instead, I put her on her feet, and she climbs in, scooting up to make room for me. It takes a second to get situated, but then it's bliss, her soft body against my chest, the hot water lapping at us, my heart ten times too big for my chest.
The intensity is only just starting to ease, every breath heavy with her. It was more than I expected, but easier than I expected too.Right.It felt right. She felt right.
Everything felt right.
I grabbed one of her scrunchies when she was getting in, and I use it now, gathering her curls gently to the very top of her head like I've seen her do, then tying it up with the satiny band.
"How you feeling, peaches?"
"Good," she says dreamily. "How are you feeling?"
"Never better," I answer honestly.
I feel her hesitate before asking, "Was that…okay?"
The question is so absurd I almost laugh. When I was buried in her, when she came with my cock inside her, when my name was riding her lips, I almost blacked out.
"Perfect," I answer, leaning in to kiss her temple. "Everything was perfect."
She relaxes into me a little more. "I was worried."
"You never have anything to worry about, not with that. Not with anything." I reach for the soap, wet it in her lap, lather it up in front of her. "Sit up, baby."
She does, and I drag my hands down her slick back, her shoulders, her arms.
"I don't wanna go to work tomorrow," she laments, and I'm with her. Sounds fucking terrible.
"Good news is, it's almost spring break. Eleven days, just you and me."
"Eleven days! Can we just stay home the whole time?"
"Anything you want," I answer, rinsing her back. "C'mere." She leans back, and I lather up again to wash her breasts thoroughly as she strokes my legs under the water.
"My parents have been pushing to come visit."
I hear the worry in her voice and a flash of it runs through me too. "Do they know about me?"
"My mom knows I'm seeing somebody, but I haven't told her everything."
Everything being the twenty-year age gap. "Tell them to come."
