Page 46 of Not Ready

I’ve spent more time fantasizing about taking care of Vale than I’ve ever daydreamed about anything in my life.

I take my time, relishing every second I get to touch her delicate skin as I work my way higher. I wash from her feet to the tops of her knees, stopping when my soapy hands hit the waterline. Then I lean forward and grab her hand.

She gives a lazy smile. Luckily, I’m tall enough that even kneeling in the middle of the tub, instead of sitting on the seat, isn’t a problem. I run my fingers through hers, trying to will my dick to behave. It bounces against her calf as I stretch to re-up on the body wash.

“I’m feeling quite pampered.” She grins lazily, squeezing my fingers as I lather hers. “You’re very good at this.”

“Good. You deserve to be spoiled, but this is just the beginning.” I rinse that arm and move to the other. It’s a bit of a stretch, and my dick continues to make himself known. Once that arm is done, Vale nods back to the seat I started in.

“You should probably have a seat, so I can do you.” She snorts a laugh, shaking her head. “How bad was that?”

I laugh and move to sit on the opposite bench but grab her hands, pulling her with me. I’d have gone for her hips, but luckily, she floats in the water with no problem. Once she’s closer, I grip her waist and pull her onto my lap. Her knees settle on either side of me as the ends of her hair fall into the warm water.

The way her head tilts as she stares up at me is dangerous to my self-control. I’ve ached for this woman more times than I can count. I don’t think the novelty will ever wear off. I’m in too deep already.

The bottom of her tits are submerged, but the tops float high in the water. It gives me a perfect view of her dusky pink nipples.

I’m pretty sure I swallow loud enough for her to hear it.

Her eyes meet mine as her hands land on my shoulders. “Here, let me help clean you up.”

My head falls back against the cushion.

Holy fuck.

I’m most definitely out of my league with Vale.

Women don’t show genuine interest in me.

It just doesn’t happen.

Randomly, someone will view my size as a challenge they think they want to conquer, but I need some type of emotional attraction to have interest in sex. Universally, no one sticks around long enough for that.

She grabs the soap, giving it several pumps, and begins to lather my chest. “I’ve seen this before.” She runs her pointer finger over the bullet wound on my left shoulder before moving to my right side. “But this, I somehow missed.” Her touch is tender as she grazes over the old, faded stab wound. “These make me a little nervous.” She cups her hands, grabbing clean water and rinsing me off.

“Those are from my days in the service.” It’s not technically a lie, although the knife scar came from a dickhead at a bar while I was on leave. There’s something about drunk men that makes them want to size up the biggest guy in the room. Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, that’s me. “You don’t need to worry. My job isn’t dangerous these days.” I grimace. That might have been a small stretch of the truth, and the last thing I ever want to do is lose her trust. “Okay, so it was, but now that you’re here, I’m officially on desk duty.”

She lowers on her knees until her pussy rests on my very fucking hard cock. “You won’t miss it? Or be resentful?” She looks up at me from under her long blonde lashes.

Seriously?

How could I ever miss it when I can have her?

“God no,” I say, cradling her cheek in my palm. “I’d resent the job if it kept me from you. Hell no, no way. I’m ready to settle down. Do you know how many times I almost blurted out my information and begged you to find me? Pretty much every time we talked. I’ve had feelings for you for so damn long.”

Her lower lip quivers.

I run my thumb over it, staring straight into her eyes. “They’re not just pretty words. You mean the world to me, gorgeous.”

I’m not sure if she dives for me or I go for her, but her mouth meets mine. Her tits plaster to my chest as her forearm wraps around my neck. It’s cute as hell. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but it feels like she doesn’t want me to escape. She moans against my lips as her pussy grinds my length over my thighs.

Blood pumps through my system with staggering force.

All I want is to buck up inside her.

To join us so deeply that she forgets where I end and she begins.

I just really want her.

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