Nodding,he forced himself to his feet and insisted that his legs carry him around tothe other side of the bed. Since Ethan was still standing there staring at him,Beau stopped in front of him.
Ethantook one tentative step closer, the clearly cut muscles of his bicep flexing ashe lifted his arm. The next thing Beau knew, his hand was in Ethan’s and muchlike earlier, he was following him. Only this time they were going to thebathroom.
Onceinside the oversized room, Beau admired the black and silver décor while Ethandisappeared. The shower water came on, and that’s when Beau realized the showerwas discreetly tucked away behind the wall. Making his way around, he foundhimself standing in what had to be a six-foot by six-foot room without a door.The walls, ceiling, and floor were tiled in large, gray slate squares, andthere were two shower heads on adjacent walls and a rain-shower head in theceiling.
“Nice,”he whispered.
Hehadn’t meant to say anything at all.
“Comehere.” Ethan beckoned him with a finger, and Beau obeyed.
Walkingbeneath the spray, he fully expected the water to be cold, but he waspleasantly surprised. Ethan must’ve noticed his reaction. “On-demand waterheater,” he explained with a mischievous grin.
Beausmiled back, the uncertainty from earlier dissipating into thin air.
Andwhen Ethan pulled him flush against his body, Beau groaned. God, the man feltso fucking good. Every hard plane of his body, every sinful angle, seemed tofit perfectly against Beau. Letting his hands roam, Beau wrapped his armsaround Ethan and moved in for a kiss, his hands sliding over the smooth, wetskin of his back.
“Ipromise, I didn’t bring you in here to seduce you,” Ethan said with a smilewhen he pulled away long minutes later.
“I’mnot complaining,” Beau answered with a rough chuckle.
Ethanreached for a bottle sitting on the shelf and proceeded to pour a handful ofwhat appeared to be shampoo into his hand. “Turn around.”
Beauraised an eyebrow, bewildered. He’d never showered with a man before. Actually,he’d never showered with anyone before so, needless to say, he didn’t know whatwas expected of him. At the most, he lasted maybe five minutes in his ownshower.
“Anotherfirst?” Ethan asked directly.
Beau’sonly response was to nod his head.
“Noteven I understand why I like being the first for you,” Ethan mumbled, theproclamation laced with what sounded like confusion.
Beau’sheart swelled, threatening to fill up his entire chest cavity. This was a sideof Ethan he didn’t know existed. The other side of that carefully erected wallthat Ethan presented to the world. And despite Ethan’s declaration, Beau had toremind himself not to get too close too fast. As it was, he knew he wouldeasily fall in love with Ethan. Hell, he was more than a little bit therealready.
Unableto speak, he pressed another kiss to Ethan’s lips, seeking the warmth andreassurance that he found in this man’s arms.
“Turnaround,” Ethan instructed again and this time Beau complied.
“Moveback under the water.”
Beauinched backward beneath the shower spray until he was once again flush withEthan’s body, back to chest.
“Ok,now move forward again.”
Beaulaughed but did as he was told.
Tenaciousfingers were suddenly in his wet hair, kneading his scalp in the most sensualway. He clamped his mouth closed to keep from groaning out in ecstasy. Severalminutes later, Ethan was pulling him back under the water, the soap rinsing outof his hair and down his body. Once the suds all seemed to have washed away, Ethanwas pressed up against him again, this time his mouth was on the back of hisneck and instinctively, Beau reached around behind him and clasped onto Ethan’sfirm thigh to steady himself.
Thatsimple touch, Ethan’s lips against his neck, had his body forgetting all aboutthe sheer exhaustion from earlier and instantly hoping for a replay. Hismuscles were no longer tired; the nerve endings were sparking like they weregearing up for a marathon.
Withhis other hand, Beau reached behind him and gripped the back of Ethan’s head,holding him closer, never wanting him to stop. Ethan’s hands slid around hisbody, his palms caressing his chest slowly.
“Ifigured for sure you’d be sore,” Ethan said softly, his mouth close to Beau’sear.
“You’dthink,” he said, unable to find words. Truthfully, his ass was a little sore,but not in a bad way. It was a constant reminder of the most incredibleexperience of his entire life.
Twistingin the circle of Ethan’s arms, Beau turned to face him, cupping Ethan’s facewith his hands and leaning in to kiss him. What he expected to be laced withthe ferocity of their renewed need turned out to be gentle and tender and…oh,God. Beau pushed Ethan up against the tile wall and crushed his bodyagainst his.
Ethan’sfingers were digging deep into the muscles of his back.
