“We should have a good hour before Bennie is up. Come on,” Lee said, scrunching his nose when he pulled down the wet sheet. “That’s not how I thought the morning would go.”
Same.
I grabbed underwear, a T-shirt, and yoga pants and followed Lee to the bathroom.
“I can wait,” I started to say when he peeled off his boxers and reached behind me to shut the door, pressing a finger to his lips.
My gaze fell to the tight globes of his ass when he turned on the shower, testing the water with his hand and stepping inside.
“Come on,” Lee said, sending me a crooked grin while he held out his hand, the water hitting his shoulder and trailing down his torso. My eyes followed a lucky drop as it disappeared between his legs.
“Let’s get you clean,” he said, grabbing the showerhead and drifting it back and forth over me. “My sweet Stella has a dirty side.”
“I never claimed to be sweet.” I took the showerhead and washed him off, shooting him a glare.
I’d always hated being called sweet. My parents had raised me to be kind and nice to everyone, but sweet had always sounded condescending to me. I’d overheard Gary tell Lee once that he’d worried about me in college becauseI was too sweet and naïve when it came to “asshole frat boys”—and to my horror, Lee had agreed.
I’d known it had come from a place of affection and concern from both of them, but all it had done was remind me how I’d always be just a “sweet girl” in Lee’s eyes.
Lee’s eyes now raking over me as we showered together, full of heat and hunger, hadn’t been in any realm of possibility.
“But you are. Sweet and sexy, and no one sees the dirty side but me now.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush to his wet body.
“Is that so?” I taunted, reaching behind him to hook the showerhead back in place.
“Damn right, it’s so,” he said, tightening his hold around me. “Feels good to finally have you in my arms. Not that I haven’t before, but this is…all different.”
“Different is one way to look at it.” I chuckled. “It does feel good,” I said, dragging my lips across his collarbone before resting my forehead against his chest. I let the water run down my back, through the long tresses of my hair as I let it all soak in.
“Hey,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “Look at me.”
I dragged my head up to meet his gaze, his black hair, even darker under the shower and bringing out his crystal-blue eyes even more.
“After all these years, this should seem weird, but it’s not. At all.” He laughed. “In fact, it feels more right than I ever could have imagined.” His wide grin kicked up my heart before it faded. “But if it’s weird for you, I get it?—”
“It’s not. I mean, it is.” I let go of a nervous chuckle. Even though I was thirty-three, everything we’d just done had felt likemy first time.
Or that it was the only time it counted. But Lee wasn’t ready to hear that yet, or I wasn’t ready to say it. Where would I even start? It seemed safer to let Lee think my feelings had only started when I’d moved in to his house, not in grief group all those years ago.
Lee studied my face, his brow creasing as he waited for me to continue.
“It’s weird and wonderful, and with you is the only place I want to be.”
A slow smile spread across his face. I’d meant every word, even if I’d left out theever.
“Give me that mouth,” he said, bringing me in for a slow, deep kiss that drove me out of my mind. I sighed into his mouth as he stroked my tongue with his, taking his time instead of the rushed and heated kisses we’d shared last night and this morning.
“I told you I was okay,” I murmured against his mouth, whimpering when he hooked my leg over his hip.
“I don’t know about that.” He held my gaze as he pressed into me, his cock hard against my thigh. “Let’s see if you stay upright while you come in my mouth.”
A loud moan slipped out of me before I slapped my hand over my mouth. Lee kissed down my body and settled on his knees, my clit throbbing in anticipation while I white-knuckled the towel bar, praying my legs didn’t give out when Lee put his mouth on me.
“Daddy!”
We both froze at Bennie’s voice.
“I have to pee, and the door is locked. Is Stella’s head sick? Is that why you took her into the bathroom?”
