Page 96 of The Single Dad

He stands, reaching a hand down to help me up. As he pulls me to my feet, he says, “Come back inside with me.”

There’s nothing I would rather do, so I nod, following him back into the house. He leads me upstairs to my bedroom, and for a few moments, I think he’s about to take me to the bed—but instead, he brings me into the bathroom and flicks on the mirror lights.

He reaches for the hem of my shirt, glancing up at me with a question in his eyes. In response, I lift my hands above my head, letting him undress me. His touch is gentle, and he moves slowly, a departure from the usual fierceness.

He removes my shirt and my bra, then carefully undoes my high, messy bun—which has already almost fallen apart—letting my hair spill loosely around my shoulders.

“I’ve always found showers cleansing,” he says quietly, unbuttoning my jeans. He slides them down, and I step out of them. He takes his time removing my panties, turning me around a few times as if enjoying the view.

“Well, yeah,” I say with a chuckle. “That’s sort of the point of them, right?”

He grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not just physically cleansing,” he clarifies. “Mentally cleansing. Emotionally cleansing.”

“Ah,” I say, lightly teasing. “Of course.”

Cole slides my panties the rest of the way down, leaving me naked in front of him. I shiver in the cold air of the bathroom, and he opens the door to the standing shower, inviting me inside. He starts to remove his own clothes, unbuttoning his shirt.

“After my sister died, I took a lot of showers,” he says as he strips. As always, the sight of him is exciting, but there’s something intimate about the combination of this conversation and our nakedness. I feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt around him. “I would just get in and let the water wash everything away.”

He joins me in the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature until it’s hot enough. It fogs up the glass immediately, making me feel as though there’s nothing in the world except for me and him, and the cascade of water over our bare bodies.

“It’s good to have somewhere to retreat to,” he continues softly. “Someplace to reset.”

He takes my bottle of shampoo from the ledge, squirting some into his hands and rubbing his palms together. The steamy air is suddenly full of the sweet scents of jojoba and coconut. Between that and the warmth, I can close my eyes and almost imagine we’re on our own island, somewhere tropical.

“Turn around,” he instructs, and I do it without question.

He begins to massage the shampoo into my hair, and I find myself leaning into his touch. All of the remaining tension in my muscles fades away, and I let myself be soothed by him. He takes his time with it, lathering the shampoo over every strand and massaging my scalp, and I moan softly at how good it feels.

Once he finishes washing my hair, he shifts our positions slightly, tilting my head back once I’m standing under the spray to rinse out the shampoo. His fingers are gentle as they slide through the wet strands, and I let out a sigh.

“That feels good,” I murmur. “I’ll admit it, you were right. Showers are great.”

“I’m glad it’s helping,” he replies. Even though I can’t see his face, I can hear the smile in his voice.

“It’s such a nice shower, too,” I add, craning my neck a little as I give him a mischievous glance out of the corner of my eye. “Way better than the one at my old apartment. Mostly because of that detachable shower head.”

I gesture to the stainless steel apparatus above us, and he chuckles. He finishes rinsing my hair, and then his hands start to wander lower, sliding over my slick skin as he drops his head and presses a kiss to my neck.

“You like that feature, do you?” he murmurs.

“Mm-hm.” I tilt my head to one side, my eyes fluttering closed. “It’s amazing.”

Cole palms my breast, squeezing my nipple as he moves in closer behind me. He’s hard, and the thick line of his cock presses against my lower back as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger.

“I’ve never considered myself a jealous man, but now you’ve got me envying a damn shower head. Have you gotten yourself off with it, angel? Used it on that sweet little pussy of yours?”

A flush of heat races through me, raising my internal temperature more than the shower ever did. “Yes.”

He squeezes my breast again, grinding his cock against my back. “Then show me.”

“What?”

We’re so close together that his chuckle vibrates against my back. “Show me how you use it. I want to know every way there is to make you come, so I want to see exactly what you do with it.”

He presses a kiss to the spot behind my ear, reaching up with his free hand to detach the shower head from where it’s hanging above us. Without the spray pouring down over us, my temperature drops a little, but it’s more than made up for by the warmth of Cole’s strong body behind mine.

My heart races as he gives me the shower head. Honestly, I’ve used it more than once, especially during those early days when I was living in a state of near constant sexual frustration. Touching myself was the only outlet I had before Cole and I finally broke down and started sleeping together. So I’m very familiar with all of the settings on the shower head, and I quickly adjust it to a lightly pulsating spray.

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