Page 78 of Something Like That

He grunted, fucking her hard through the orgasm. “Yes, that’s a good girl, that’s a good girl. Coming hard for me.”

Her pussy squeezed tight at the praise. Made her entire body shake.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He thrust into her hard, pushing deep. His entire body went taught, turned to stone. He tipped his head back and shouted something incoherent at the ceiling. His hips clenched and released as he pulsed inside her.

It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He was so uninhibited. So unlike the rigid and disciplined person he showed to the rest of the world.

He dropped forward onto his hands so he was leaning against her, almost on top of her. The breath heaved in and out of his lungs. Her leg was trapped between them, and her hip was starting to cramp, but she couldn’t begin to figure out how to untangle them enough to help. He leaned his forehead against her neck, their sweaty skin sticking together.

“That was incredible.” He pressed his lips against her throat. “Thank you.” He pushed himself off of her. His cock slipped out of her pussy.

She made a noise in the back of her throat, feeling incredibly empty all of a sudden. With a sigh, she lowered her leg. The blood began to flow through the limb properly, making pins and needles prickle her skin. She shifted so she was on her side, facing him.

He was on his back, still breathing hard, his arm thrown over his eyes. She couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch him, running her fingers over his chest. He made a very contented sounding noise in the back of his throat and pulled his arm away from his face.

“I’m going to take care of this condom.” He rolled off the edge of the bed. Even from behind, the man was a god. All those rippling back muscles and tight buns. “And then I’m going to have a shower.” He glanced over his shoulder, that cheeky half smile on his lips. “Care to join me?”

She’d be a fool to pass up such an amazing invitation. And, while she’d been many things in her life, she’d grown out of the fool phase.

She slid off the bed. Her legs felt like jelly that had spent the afternoon in the sun, but she managed to stay on her feet. She considered it a win.

By the time she made it into the bathroom, he’d already taken care of the condom and had started the shower. Steam was filling the room, making it all warm and cozy. She closed the door behind her to keep it that way.

The bathroom was small, especially with him and his impossibly wide shoulders in it, so it took a little maneuvering, but she finally stepped into the shower. He stepped in behind her. The hot water cascaded over her, turning her muscles back into that too-long-in-the-sun jelly.

Like the bathroom, the shower and tub combo wasn’t really meant for two people, so it was a tight squeeze. But the feel of him behind her, combined with the heat of the water, made her feel sleepy and lethargic.

He reached around her, squeezed some body wash on a cloth and then began washing her. There was nothing sexual about the act, it was strictly care and comfort. She eased back against him, let him run the cloth over her skin.

When he was done, he urged her under the spray. Then he tackled her hair. His fingers sifted through the strands and massaged her scalp. She made a happy little hum in the back of her throat. No one had taken care of her like this in well… ever.

Her body moved beyond jelly and into puddle of goo territory. She was lucky she didn’t wash down the drain. Her eyes closed of their own accord, and for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to pry them open.

And she really wanted to because she wanted to treat him to the same attention he’d just treated her to. Getting her hands on his body was far too tempting.

He wrapped his arms around her. She sank back into the embrace.

“You’re killing me.” He whispered the words right next to her ear. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He shut off the water and lifted her over the edge of the tub. The tiles were chilly against the soles of her feet.

She finally forced her eyes open, even though her eyelids felt like they had medicine balls attached to them. He stepped out of the shower. All of that gorgeousness on full display. Water droplets clung to him, sliding down the dips and valleys of all of those muscles. She licked her lips.

“Stop looking at me like that, or we’re never going to make it out of this bathroom.”

She trailed her gaze up to meet his. Something that looked suspiciously like affection stared back at her. An emotion she refused to identify welled up in her, clogging her throat, making speech impossible.

“Here.” He grabbed a towel and rubbed it over her skin. Tears pricked the back of her eyes at the gentle way he dried her off, but she didn’t know why.

He dropped the towel and ushered her back into the bedroom. Leaving her next to the bed, he went over the dresser. Goosebumps sprang out all over her and she shivered. Her eyes felt droopy and gritty, her limbs heavy and loose.

“Arms up,” he said, coming over to her with something in his hands. His heat enveloped her. She wanted to lean into him and soak it up. But, she didn’t. Instead, she did as he asked and lifted her arms over her head. It was more difficult than it probably should have been.

He slipped a t-shirt over her head. It dwarfed her, the hem hitting her about mid-thigh. The fabric was soft against her skin, the shirt obviously well-worn and washed often. It smelled like him.

He coaxed her into the bed and pulled the covers over her. She snuggled against the mattress, reveling in the softness. A jaw cracking yawn escaped her. The bed smelled like him, too, all woodsy and masculine. She wanted to breathe it in forever. He flipped off the light and turned back toward the bathroom.

She reached out of her little cocoon and grabbed his wrist. “Where are you going?” She tried to make it sound casual, but she could hear the thread of disappointment woven through the words.

“To finish my shower.” He rubbed his hand over the back of hers. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”