He shifted his hips, changing the angle slightly, and I cried out as he started stroking over the perfect spot. I was seeing stars with every thrust. My nails dug harder into his shoulders and Itilted my hips to meet his thrusts. The friction was amazing, the pressure building and building, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a scream, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock as my orgasm crashed through me.
Bolo groaned and thrust a few more times before his own release hit him and he filled me with his cum.
I held on to him as we both came down from our highs, our breathing heavy as we tried to catch our breath. Bolo carefully rolled to the side, taking me with him, and I rested my head on his chest. His arms came around me, holding me close, and I felt his lips press against my hair.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice still rough.
I hummed in agreement, too blissed out to speak. I could feel his heart beating under my ear, steady and strong. It matched my own. We laid like that for a while, just enjoying the afterglow. When Bolo moved to get up, I tightened my hold on him.
“Where are you going?”
He chuckled. “To get a washcloth to clean you up. Then I was thinking we could take a shower.”
All our stuff was piled in each room, ready to be put away, so the towels and everything were inside the bathroom. I knew that we had Flir to thank for that. The rest of the guys would have just dumped everything in the living rooms and left it that way if Flir hadn’t been directing them.
“I can just clean up in the shower.”
“But I want to do it. Then we’ll shower.”
I nodded and let him go, watching as he walked naked into the bathroom. I wondered how long I should wait to tell him I already wanted to do that again. I didn’t need a mirror to know the smile I wore was satisfied and smug. Maybe I’d ask for more in the shower.
Bolo came back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned between my legs. I watched him as he did it, loving how tenderhe was being. When he was done, he dropped the cloth on the floor and held out a hand to me. I took it and let him pull me up from the bed. He led me into the bathroom and turned on the water in the walk-in shower. While we waited for it to warm up, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me again.
“I love you,” he said against my lips.
Freezing, I stared up at him, eyes wide.
His lips twitched. “I’m hoping that since you’re naked and satisfied that you’re not going to bolt on me now that I’ve told you that.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in my throat. He was such a tease, but I really liked that about him. He was watching my expression as I absorbed the fact that this incredible man was in love with me. I’d been waiting to hear it, but wasn’t sure when I might since I’d been so stand-offish in the beginning. He’d worked hard to win me over and now I couldn’t imagine my life without him. “I love you, too.”
His eyebrows shot up. “And I didn’t even have to force that out of you.”
I swatted at his chest, making him laugh. “Oh, shut up.” But I was holding in my own laughter.
“Seriously though, am I going to wake up in the middle of the night to you gone and a Dear John letter on the pillow?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I can take it back if you want-”
He quickly covered my mouth with his, as if he could swallow my words so that they weren’t put out into the universe. When he finally let us up for air we were both breathing hard. “I want to hear you say it again, Dev.”
“I love you, too,” I said, happy to comply.
“Be my old lady.”
I cupped his cheeks and stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I’d love to.”
We stepped into the shower and he pulled me under the spray with him. The warm water felt good on my skin, and I leaned my head back to wet my hair. Bolo reached for the shampoo and poured some into his hand before he started washing my hair. His fingers felt so good on my scalp, massaging as he cleaned. I sighed in contentment and let him take care of me.
He rinsed my hair and then conditioned it before moving on to my body. He washed every inch of me, paying special attention to my breasts and the spot between my legs. I could feel myself getting turned on again, but he was on a mission and lightly swatted my hands away when I tried to distract him.
Huffing out an irritated breath, I let him finish. When he was done with me, he quickly washed himself and then shut off the water. He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried me off, then used another to dry himself. I had to admit, there was something really nice about letting a man take care of you. I was enjoying it.
I walked naked into the bedroom while he hung up the towels and then followed me. I crawled into bed and held the blankets up for him to join me. He slid in next to me and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest again, listening to his heart beat.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“For what?” he asked, his hand rubbing up and down my back.
