“Ok. Do you want me to go make that hot drink, so it’s ready for you once you’re done in the shower?”
To my surprise, she shakes her head, pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth to speak. “No. I don’t need you to brush my teeth for me, but maybe I don’t mind some help in the shower.”
“Are you sure?” I meet her gaze through the mirror that hangs above the bathroom sink.
Even if Morelli didn’t succeed in forcing himself on Zara, she might still be in shock. I want to make sure she understands that I can help her get clean, and I can sleep with her in my arms without taking things further. The last thing I want is for her to feel pressured into anything, especially at a time when she might be more vulnerable than normal.
“I’m positive.” She nods after spitting the toothpaste into the sink and rinsing the residue, and turning around to face me.
“Ok.” I undo my tie and then shed my suit jacket. My shirt is next, followed by my pants.
Zara’s eyes stay on me the entire time.
When my fingers hook into the waistband of my boxer briefs, her gaze follows the movement.
My cock was already at half-mast from being so close to her before, but it hardens under her scrutiny and springs free from my underwear.
I’m standing totally naked in front of Zara, but she’s still in the little black dress she borrowed from Lev’s mom’s closet.
“Are you going to shower in that?”
Her lips curl in a little smile, her eyes rolling at my question.
“This dress has a zipper in the back,” she turns around again and points at the small black zipper pull. “I need your help.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice.
“Here you go.” I pull the zipper all the way down, my eyes intent on the creamy skin of her back emerging as the two halves of the dress open.
The soft fabric of the black dress pools by her feet, and I realize that Zara wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I had forgotten that she had to go commando since she didn’t have a change of underwear at Lev’s.
She’s standing in front of me in nothing but the black high heels she also borrowed from Lev’s mom.
I offer her my hand when she kicks the first shoe off to help her keep her balance.
I don’t let go after she’s completely naked, guiding her to the shower and opening the cubicle door for her.
This isn’t the first time Zara and I have taken a shower together. My memory goes to that first weekend after she moved in, before our parents’ wedding made her my stepsister.
We were washing off the sand from the beach behind our house, and Lev joined us too.
It’s crazy to think that it’s been barely a couple of months since then; so many things have happened between us and in general.
Back then I felt the same intense attraction I feel for her right now. But I could have never imagined how hard and fast I would fall for her.
She closes her eyes under the warm jet of the shower, and I pour some of Lev’s body wash onto a washcloth.
Washing every inch of Zara’s soft, perfect body is the sweetest form of torture I could ever imagine. My cock twitches with need at the sight of how the water sluices over her perfect tits. Her pink nipples, two hard points, beg for my mouth.
I could hoist her up against the shower wall and take her right now, but I fight the urge.
Instead, I gently wash down her stomach and between her legs, watching the way her chest heaves.
“Can I return the favor?” Her outstretched hand is waiting for the wash cloth and I give it to her.
I’m a glutton for punishment, and I tell myself that I’m not going to take things further unless I’m one hundred percent sure that this is what she wants.
Torture doesn’t even belong in describing the feeling of her small hands running that soapy washcloth over every inch of my body.
