I can’t help my smile.
“I do,” I reply, “But I like this part too.”
Annika lifts her head up, her eyes full of blissful drowsiness. I slowly lower her legs until her feet touch the shower floor, and when I’m sure she can stand, I reach for the loofah and the soap.
“I have questions,” she says, leaning her back into my chest as I begin to stroke the soap-lathered loofah over her neck.
“About?” I mutter.
My eyes are more focused on the way the bubbles are clinging to her nipples and curves, but my ears prick at her voice.
“You said at the hospital you don’t do one night stands,” she continues.
“Mhm,” I murmur in agreement, moving to her thighs.
“And my sister did some digging. She said you don’t really date either,” she ventures further.
“It’s true,” I agree, nudging her thighs so she’ll part them.
She does immediately, much to my satisfaction.
“Then how do you- oh!” Her words turn into a gasp as I gently glide the loofah against her well-used sex.
With a smirk, I repeat the motion, and full out grin when she lets out a breathy sigh and trembles.
“You were saying?” I tease.
“I…um…I was wondering if you don’t do one night stands, and you don’t date,” she fought to get the words out, “How you became so skilled at…at…”
“This?” I ask, cupping her sex.
Annika lets out another whimper and nods.
I turn her around and begin washing her back.
“Another topic for another time,” I tell her as I finish washing her.
I then do a quick scrub of myself and within minutes, I have us both toweled off and I’m carrying her back to bed.
“I’m serious,” Annika huskily says as he lay her down on the sheets, “If we’re going to be married, I should know more about you. Maybe not this exact topic…but something.”
Still naked, I slide into the bed behind her, and pull the covers up over us.
“Later,” I reply.
I relish the way Annika wiggles her naked figure closer to me as she lets out a sleepy yawn.
“I want to know,” she pouts, already sounding half asleep.
Unable to help myself, I kiss her temple, then neck. It isn’t like me to bethissoft with a lover, but with Annika, I can’t seem to help it.
“Sleep now,” I command, though my tone is gentle as I wrap my arm tight under her ribcage. “We will have plenty of time to talk later.”
Within seconds I hear Annika’s breaths fall into a sleepy rhythm, and I know that she’s gone. Even though I’m exhausted too, my mind is too busy. It’s obvious I’m already in love with fucking her but…letting her know me? Letting myself trust her with the details of my life? I don’t fall asleep until much later, and when I do, I still have no answers.
The thing I do know, though, without a doubt, is that I’m already addicted to having her in my arms.
Chapter Fifteen
